Blog Assignment #31: My Choice Feature

I just stood there, tilting my head this way and that, trying with all my will power to make out what I was looking at. It was excessively large, like, seen by Google Earth large. It expanded from one wall to the other. I rubbed my chin and sighed, speechless. It was beautiful, no, I was beautiful. The mirror wasn't wide enough for me to see myself all the way, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

I was only 15 at the time, when it happened, I remember because who could forget something like this? I was tall for my age, say, 5' 11". I always had a hoodie in one hand and a fist in the other. But I was very easy to make friends with. Who wouldn't want to be friends with someone as awesome as me? Unlike the other clichéd fairy tales, I loved myself and am not afraid to admit it. Something that I loved even more than myself, was flying. 

I would daydream in class, at home, before sleep, watching TV. I would love to be away from here. I would love to be free and live life. I had to pull myself away from a window or else I'd be there for hours. Being imprisoned on the ground was enough thought to shatter my spirit. How cruel it is to restrict someone from their one true passion. I thought about becoming a Pilot, but that seemed lame and boring. I wanted to be the one in the air, feeling everything. 

Since science and technology was and is advancing like maniacs, a very "on the down low" project was being established. I decided to take part since I had nothing better to do with my life. I signed piles documents stating, "I knowledge that there will be life threatening risks taking part in this scientific experiment and by court of law.." blah blah blah. I wanted to do this, and I was not turning back. 

After weeks or months of recovering, it worked. They were finally here and beautiful. They were black, exact color of my hair, no lighter no darker, with my exact style of self put white streaks. I flexed, flapped, and moved them around, getting adjusted to the new weight and feel of this new part of my body. But if they would work is the main priority. I decided to check that out for myself. I was still a little shaky from the procedure and drugs I was put on, but I would still try. I went to the third floor, just in case. I'm not that stupid to go to the roof. I stretched them out, moved them in a steady pace, up, down, up, down. And then I jumped.

I felt the wind blowing through my hair, my adrenaline pulsing through my every vein, my excitement conquering every fear. I was unstoppable. I was flying. My instincts took over the things I learned from the scientists on how to fly and how to land. Who wants to be normal when you can be all you've ever wanted to be? Sorry, Maximum Ride, but I love being different. And that, is how my story begins.