Give Me Wings

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A girl has always dreamed of being a faerie. she sees a man and now is granted her desire...

Submitted: December 20, 2009

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I swung on the swing surrounded by kids looking at me like I had a sign on my back saying freak. That sign was my tattered silver wings I had since I was six. That was seven years ago yet I still want to be a faerie. When our teacher did another one of those stupid surveys probaly meant just for my humiliation , i again got stuck on the what do you want to be when you grow up question. I never liked putting my dream job because of all the laughter and gawking faces a fish would make. I only had two"friends" if thats what you can call them. Personally I think that they just love the stares they get and the gossip they recieve and return. As the hours passed the children began to grow scarce. The yelp of the swing was the loudest thing at the park as i slowly pushed myself. The warmth of the sun left my skin and I was alone at the park. Digging my feet into the sand i stopped.

Folding my hands unto my lap I gave an apathetic sigh. My "freinds" had told me they would come but when I called my only answer will be the distant snickers and a simple "you went to the wrong park". Geting up I walked to my house feeling like the kid gaara in my favorite show. I was this towns freak nobody liked. Opening the door to my house i gave a whisperd "Im here" not expecting my dad worried holding the phone or my mom twisting a towel. They sat in the same spot I saw the last before I left at 8 in the morning. My dad flipped the newspaper he had probaly already read eight times. Meanwile my mom was on the couch watching a rerun of Dr. Phil telling another angry couple they were morons. My mom and dad still thought I was that smiley kid who adored watching anything with wings surrounded with freinds. They have'nt noticed that I had became a lonley kid desprate to be different.

I ran up to my room and jumped unto my unmade bed. It was my personal mt. evrest, my pillows flowed all over and my blanket layed in a big teal heap. Sinking into the temperpedic bed a slid my head unto my now folded arms. I faced my window where I thought I saw a shadow.Blinking the figure was gone so I shrugged it off and turned off my light. pulling my legs to my chest I snuggled deeper into my bed and closed my eyes. Again I whisperd what I whispered every night. "I want to be a faerie".

Opening my eyes there stood a boy looking around just like in the movie peter pan. Tempted to askif he was looking for his shadow I decided to stay quiet. His deep red hair swayed with every turn. The dark eyes looked with awe. His lean figure tensed as he stopped. Turning to face my a smile crept up twisting is lips into a boyish grin.

"Still want to be a faerie selene?" he asked with a voice of silk.

"How did you know...are you a stalker?" I asked like anybody would ask.

 He just smirked and opened the window. He stood on the pane and turned ," See you at the cemetery I'll give you sign on where to go." and with that he was gone. Confused I stared at my ceiling finding faces like I always did when I thought. A distant beeping came into play and I turned to my clock. It was 6 in the morning and for some reason i started it that early. Racking my brain for any ideas i shrugged. It was probaly a trip to the mall where they would ditch me. Making up my mind I decided to follow that boy. Putting on my favorite faerie costume( a white dress with long velvet gloves and socks) i grabbed my black shoes and headed out.

  Running to the cemetery my wings flapped against my back. Finding a smile on my face I stopped at the cemetary gates. closed until 8 in the morning shruggin I climbed over fantisisizing i was flying. There at the entrance was a huge red arrow leading to another far off.

"Wow he really does leave signs" I told myself heading off to wherever these signs will take me. Finally at the top of a hill was a swing swaying in the quavering wind. Looking past that I gawed at the red haired boy sporting real wings. They slightly glimmered different colors like his own personal rainbow. He smile and beckoned my over with his onyx eyes. Hurrying over he lead me to a door. opening it he had me step inside. Grabbing my hand he flew me past the stares of creatures below towards a castle.

"Whats in there?" I questioned easily feeling like I already knew him.

"Taking you to our castle" he replied giving me a seductive grin.

"ours?"

"yes your mine."

"but...im not a faerie."

"oh you will be"

looking up I again smiled. Finally I had somebody to answer my desires. As I waited he told me something I had to live with. I would be feigning my own death so I could be with him forever. Agreeing to my burden we went towards the park. Showing my a replica of me he flew her up to a tree. I noticed a rope was wrung unto her neck. Tieing the other end to the tree he let her drop. Kids I hadn't noticed earlier began to scream. Aparrently they could not see me and my lover. In no time at all the wailing of police came and they took my replica down.Reporting me dead they wrapped me up. My faerie came and took my hand.

" They will bury you at your favorite place." he whisperd tickling my ear

" They don't know where that is though." i whispered back

  spining his hand the trees grew a little dimmer showing a wek had passed now grabbing my hand he whisked me away towards that swing of ivory. There stood a grave where a silver casket was being lowered. Many faces were seen. My so called "freinds" showed real sorrow as their eyes showed regret. my parents held unto each other. They lowered my peter pan doll I used to sleep with and walked away. All the others lowerd similar faerie objects. Feelingpressure on my hand I looked up into his eyes. Nodding I walked over and placed down those comforting monarch wings. Walking off we headed toward my castle letting me live my dream.


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