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Post by sari on Jan 27, 2012 23:56:37 GMT -5
Dear Diary, 1/27/12
Dear Diary it has bean a week since I woke up with red wings sprouting from my back. There the same color as my hair. I hate them so much. I wish I was just a normal kid again. I miss my father and sister so much it drives me mad. I haven't seen their faces since the night Imprint came to pick her up. In fact I haven't seen or heard from her since. During the flight to the school she never spoke to me not a single word. It's so lonely here. Maybe I'll get a roommate soon. That would be nice.
I haven't even learned to fly yet. I have to really concentrate just to open my wings. Unless I'm startled like last night. I couldn't sleep and I ended up going into the Kitchen to get a drink of hot coco. I got so lost in my thoughts I didn't notice anyone else enter the kitchen. Until it was to late that was. The boy startled me so my wing whipped open and nearly hit him. I was so embarrassed. He had to be a Junior at the very least. I'll have to be more careful from now on.
Sarah Johnson
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