Chapter 1 - Try to make the best of it.

-- Okay well since it is summer, and I can't have the teacther checking it for me like she did during the school year, I posted this story in order to see what changes you think should be made in order for it to sound better. I also want the main character Matt to talk more but I don't know how to put it, so I was wonderin if you guys/girls could help me with this issue. Oh and to set things straight, Matt is 17 years
old and where the brackets start is when he is looking to the past, not the present. Hope you enjoy and please comment.

-- Dragon_Artist


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I looked in the mirror, hard and long at the water trickling its way down my face. Then into my eyes for

the answer, but found nothing. Leaning farther down on my elbows I remembered what I was doing

and picked the soap back up. This was the fifth time I had scrubbed my face and yet, as I opened my

eyes to gander into the sink, still to find dirty water falling into it. Finding my face clean in the mirror I

tried to find the answer in it, no good. My mind raced on to other topics at that point. Why was I

here? I watched the water falling through my fingers for the longest time pondering this, but could not

come up with an answer to my liking. A cold rush ran through my whole body at that moment,

bringing me back to reality. I turned off the water and reached out for a towel. As I buried my face into

it another question hit me. Who was I? I didn't remember being knocked unconsious, but it sure felt

like it. I put down the towel exactally where I had found it and looked at my clothes. As worn as they

were, I still felt an attachment to them. I put my hands into the front pocket of my hooded sweatshirt

and looked into the mirror again. My hands found things in that pocket. I hoped that they would

answer some questions. In one hand I found a pair of dark blue tinted sunglasses. In the other what I

had hoped to find. A silver chain with an odd-shaped, dark colored stone. I leaned back down onto

my elbows and consentrated hard on the stone, searching my mind for what I knew about it. I found

what I was looking for. .... That stone was a good luck charm that had been a gift from my

younger brother, Trent, eleven years ago. He was four years old at the time and a very fluent

talker for his age. He always looked up to me to help him out, but I never minded it. No one could

separate us from each other. My friends didn't enjoy him taging along all of the time since he was

two years younger then us. He was always very quiet and didn't speak unless asked something, so

I was never able to figure out why it bugged them so much. One day Trent and I were at the fair. I

had spent all my money and Trent had one token left. He put it into a machine that made all sorts

of weird noises. We were so caught up in the machine that neither of us noticed the small box

laying at Trent's feet. When the machine quit, Trent bent down and picked it up. "Luck Pendant",

he read on the front and opened it. The neclace was glittering in the setting sun.

"Here," he said handing it to me, "I don't need any luck." I told him that he should keep it

anyways because I didn't need any luck either.

"Okay," he said and thought for a few minutes, "then it is for always being there for me and never

leaving me out." He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

"Thanks but I always will be." I said. He told me to just keep it and ran off toward the fair's

entrance. I quickly shoved it into my pocket and ran after him. I woke up during the night to noises

coming from outside. I slid out of bed and tiptoed into the kitchen to the front door. Made sure it

was locked and peered out the window. Found nothing and made my way back to my room.

Opened the door to find Trent tied up and unconsious on my bed with his mouth taped shut. I ran

over to him and heard the door close behind me. Two men in trench coats appeared. I was

fighting to reach my brother when it got dark. I remember waking up in a pitch black room feeling

excrutiating pain in my back. I opened my eyes to find that I was leaning up against a wall. I

looked straight in front of me to see my brother still unconsious up against the something on the

wall across from me. He looked somehow different. It took me a while to figure out why, because

my eyes were adjusting to the light. Once they adjusted I figured out why he looked so different. I

was horrified by what I saw. He was leaning against a small set of wings coming out of his back. I

moved my hand back over my shoulder to find that I too had a pair. Reaching farther down I felt

the stitches that held them to me. I called out to Trent and he looked up at me, then back down at

the floor. I called out again, asking if he was okay, but all I could see was tears falling down from

his face. I slowly forced myself to move forward onto my hands and knees to make my way to my

brother. I was halfway there when those men showed up again, lifting me up to toss me against a

wall. The pain from the impact caused me to blackout again. This time I woke up next to a

dumpster, and slowly by nightfall, found my way back home. I knocked on the backdoor and my

mother answered it. She reached out to hug me with very teary eyes, but stopped abruptly when

she saw what was sticking out of my back. She covered her mouth with one hand whil the other one

held open the door. I walked in and asked if any word about Trent had come up. She shook her

head no and went into the livingroom. I went back to my beedroom and fell face flat on my bed and

slept. About three days later I woke up to find my mom fast asleep in a chair beside me. I got up

slowly and walked into the backyard. I reached over my shoulder to find the stiches were gone and

no pain was coming from them. I streched out my arms then tried to move them. They twitched, I

concentrated hard and they spread out to their full length, then back down to where they had

started. My mom came off of the backstep towards me and I turned around. She asked me calmly

what happened, so I told. She put her hands on my shoulders and got on her knees to my level.

"I'll always love you, but you cannot stay here. You can take care of yourself, you have already

shown me that. Your brother, please find him for me. Tell him to always believe in himself and

never lose hope. That I will also love him forever, no matter what he looks like. Can you promise

me that?"

"I promise." I said as tears started their way down my face.

"I will never forget about you two ever. I promise to think about you guys everyday, and never

forget." Tears were now on her face too as she reached out for a hug. I fell into her arms and told

her that I would love her forever, and fullfill that promise. We both rose to our feet and went back

inside. My mom emptied out her wallet, telling me that there was enough for her in the bank.

Gave the money and an extra pair of clothes to me. All the while telling me to never let anyone

cheat me out of anything, always do what I thought was right,and probably only travel at night. She

kissed me on the cheek, I returned it. The sun was setting as I went out the backdoor for the last

time. Stopped in the yard and put on a new sweatshirt, which my mom already cut in the back, and

walked out into the alley. Never to return hove again. At the end of the alley I stopped and

reached into my pant pockets to make sure I had everything. I found that neclace, put it on and

kept walking. Over the following years I have learned a lot about how to manage through life,

among many other things. The most important one that I learned was to control my wings and

make use of them ... I woke up to reality again, but had left the sink and mirror behind, now I was in

a tree. Still holding the neclace in my hand, I put it on and gazed at the stars while listening to the

sounds of nightlife. It was a clear night, so I took off into the air. Flying...ever tried? It feels great to

whip into the air around in circles, going wherever you want; or just to glide for miles on end. I flew as

high above the buildings as I could go. Headed off in no certain direction. I stopped in midair, put my

sunglasses on and continued. Constantly checking in every direction for any sign of my brother. For

eleven years now I have been through a countless numbers of places; so many infact that I cannot

even remember where I am anymore. As long as I am searching, it doesn't matter much to me where

I am.

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