BlackWing

Okay, I haven't posted in forever, but I have BIG news. I'll tell you in a minute. First, I'm no longer grounded, and my mother has forgiven me slightly for playing hooky. I told her I didn't feel good, and I was nervous about an algibra test I had to take. I never lie. But it's not like I have a choice right now. I mean, "Mom I'm growing wings." I don't think so. She'd freak. Way too much. Now for some good news. I met this BlackWing guy. Yeah, this is a guy. I nearly had a heartattack when I saw him, and he looked a bit surprised to see me looking for him. It was Jake. Dang, it was JAKE! You probably have no clue who Jake is, so let me back up. I've known Jake for a while, we met in junior high. He's a friend of mine. And he didn't know it was me doing the blogging. He paled as soon as he saw me, and sat down on a park bench. I stood there gaping at him and he just looked at me. And looked at me. And looked at me. When he broke his gaze, I snapped out of it, and sat next to him. We just sat there for a while, staring at our shoes. Finally I broke the silence, and asked him how he'd found my blog. He said he did an internet search on wings. And he looked through all 72,700,000 of them. That's a lot. Mine was on there, and when he saw my name he pulled it up out of curiosity. I asked if he suspected that it was me. He said he'd hoped not. I pulled my jacket tighter around me, and asked him to come over to my house. He looked up at me and said "What about your mom?". I replied that she wasn't home, and that even if she was, we were friends already, so it wouldn't mean anything to her. He said that he had some stuff to tell me. He started growing wings a while ago he said, and he learned to take care of them, and hide them. I asked him how, and he said.... Actually, I'll let him tell you, okay? We're blog partners now. So the rest of the park story will be from him....

-Kat

{sigh}

Turns out the whole flashlight thing doesn't work on my mom. So I told her that I'd had a test coming up. She was mad, and yelled some and you know? It didn't really bother me all that much. Scary. 'Cause usually I'd be upset, and mad at myself for getting into trouble in the first place. Luckily, she never saw my blog. So, anyway, I've gotta hurry, because I'm not supposed to be on here today. Did you see what that person "Blackwing", or whatever their name is, commented last time? Creepy, huh? So, I'm going, but I have a plan in case he or she tries to attack me. I'm obviously not going to say what it is, though. I'm going tomorow, to meet this guy. I just have a feeling it's a guy writing that stuff. Yeah, I know I'm being slightly sexist, but I can't help it. Like I said, I have to hurry, so one more thing. My wings are twice the size they were yesterday, they're growing faster with every passing day, soon I won't be able to hide them anymore. Which will make me all that much easier for Blackwing to spot. Jeez, what is happening to my life? Shouldn't NORMAL people be worrying about the "Big Dance", or the homework they've got to do? I guess I can't qualify as normal, anyway.
{Sigh}
I've got to split. Peace.

-Kat

I don't normally tell people my problems, but this is different...

Okay, a little background. I live on a farm, no animals, just a whole ton of land. I have a mom, but no dad. They were divorced when I was three. I'm sixteen now. I am a girl, my name is Kat. Not Katie, just Kat. Pronounced like cat. I own a dog, Max, not like from Max Ride, but she's still a really cool animal.



So now you have a little idea of me. Let me give you a whole lot more of one.



I woke up this morning, and stretched, ate, then I got in the shower to get ready for school. Normal day. Until the shower part. I was washing with my favorite herbal shampoo. (Hey! I like it, and if you think it's weird, then stick to your chemicalized junk) I dragged my fingers across my back, to pile my hair on my head. Then I felt the bumps. As big as my hand was long ways and across the palm. They feel really creepy, like I have goose bumps all the time, just in that one spot. I almost yelled, when I remembered my mom hadn't left for work yet. So I just screamed inside my head. Really loudly. After a while, my heart beat slowed down a bit, and I ran my hand over my back, again and again. the bumps didn't go away. So I figured I'd just play it sick, I mean, school? Today? No. Way. I kept in the shower until my mom left, then I turned off the water. I wrapped up in an old blue bath towel, and stood there, dripping. I looked in the fogged up mirror, rubbed a circle in it and stared at my face. I didn't look much different, aside from the fact that I was totally freaked, and much paler than usual. So I stood there longer. Must have been half an hour that I just kept my eyes fixed on my face. Then I decided to relax and eat something more slowly than wolfing down a Pop-Tart or whatever, which is what I'd normally do at this time of morning. You notice how I keep saying "normally"? Well, my life is backwards now, so nothing is normal. Just FYI. So now, after eating slowly and digesting without rushing around trying to catch the bus, watching some TV, playing my guitar, and zoning out at the wall, I got on the web. I thought maybe SOMEONE might have an idea on how to fix this problem. Well? Oh, one more thing. Those bumps on my back, they're growing FEATHERS! I mean, Eek. So, am I growing wings or what? That's all I can think.
Uh- oh. Mom's home. I've got to explain to her why I skipped school. Although, I'm not gonna tell her the truth. Like she'd belive me? So I gotta run. Maybe I can pull off the whole "I'm sick" thing with a hot water bottle, or a flashlight, or something.


See ya,



-Kat