Wherein I steal the little “wherein” stuff
thats in Ari’s book thats she was reading,
and get a whole new look on my life



So I woke up to a little Zoey tugging on you with a very small hyper dog liking your face to death. I flung myself to sit up, stretching my arms wide into the air. Don’t care what people say, the floor is comfy. Sometimes.
When Zoey took my finger, I got up with no question, crouched a bit over to follow where she was “ pulling” me. Sweetie also followed, trying to get at my pants. What a great wake up call..
Well by the time I got let go of, Zoey was jumping for a door knob, I put my ear to the door, hearing to see what I would be disturbing.
I really couldn’t hear anything besides some mumbles, but all and all, only sounded like one person.
I slowly, and tried to be quietly, opened the door and peeked inside.
Zoey went rushing in yelling, “Mommy!” Sweetie followed her and Lauren turned and saw Zoey coming towards her. I still quietly stepped inside and turned around to close the door gingerly. Took me a second to realize that Lauren had red, watery eyes, and looked like she was holding back crying. Zoey, hopping up onto the bed and then Lauren’s lap, brought a small laugh and smile to Lauren. I stayed at the door, a few questions knocking on my own head.
Do I go up to her, leave the room, stay here, get Zoey and Sweetie out of here?
Then another thought hit, slowly, but made it’s way through the rest.
She had been trying not to cry. But here she was crying alone..
The thought pretty much just shook hands with everyone else, as they all went away but the supportive one.
I stepped up to Lauren, holding my breath for no reason, and looked down. Though I could feel her gaze on me, I only just held my hand out. Yeah, lame way to support someone, I know. Shut up already.
There was a small pause with my hand in the air, but she took it in a firm grip, with a small, bubbly laugh from her crying. I think she got my message.
As our hands where held like that, and the fact I kept my head down, was like an in-mind conversation.
I was thanking her in every way, and also saying it was fine to cry, but let the world know your sad. It’s worse when no one is around to hear why or even try and help.
I was thanking her, since I also learned I should be tougher like her. I had a mentally unstable amount of emotions, you can call, you can also say it was a mutant’s PMS.
But either way, I planned to change it. As I took a harder grip on her hand, I shook it, tightly letting her know my words.
I felt her shake back and then I looked up, dropping the shake.
I looked up with a small, pathetic excuse for a smile, I could feel it was bad. But in an apparent way that made her feel better.
She smiled as well and then I was attacked by a hug over my neck to my back.
I made a laugh with also a “Ack” noise while getting pulled in. Zoey and her where both laughing. I joined in, laughing with them all as I realized they where now the first part, in the many parts, of family I hope to get.
When Lauren wanted to stand up, we both moved out of her way. Her eyes where red still, but she looked a lot better. I opened the door for her, since Zoey was in her arms.
I waited for Sweetie trot her way out of the room with a huff of approval, I think that was towards me.
She walked up to everyone telling them she was sad, but fine, as I walked the other way.
I felt content but a bit depressed to the fact I don’t know if I’ll have another chance to make my family bigger. I went on through the hallway, hoping and thinking of what I would do if I get all the animals cramped into my DNA back.
I saw Sweetie following me when she tried nipping at the back of my heel.
“Why aren’t over with the others?” She asked.
Yeah, I didn’t reply to that but to the thought that this little moment, was either me going insane, or having proof I will be everything back. There was a small downer to the thoughts, too, though: What if I just slowly lose them?
I shook my head and ignored Sweetie, not on purpose, of course, just zoned out.
She nipped a toe of mine and I stopped and looked down at her, picking her up in my arms when she gave me another huff. This time was less congratulating. Almost nothing in it said “Good for you!” or “Nice job.” But a “Rude much?” was in it for sure. I still decided to pet her, no matter how annoyed at me she was.
I was exploring the house I had forgotten about. Really I was just looking for something to do since I was bored after a long time.
Well I put Sweetie down and she ran back the opposite way. I could hear Zoey greet her again. When I looked around I felt kinda bad because I didn’t remember a thing about why Austin wanted to move here. His old house was a lot better, is all I know...
I have opened many doors and finally, second to last door on the right: Success!
A computer room. I quickly looked around it, seeing what it was actually used for.
This room had no windows, a nice wood desk straight from the door, and a large white computer sitting on that desk. Though this room was small with no windows, it kept it self really lit with everything else. There was a odd plastic sheet, more thick then you’d think. I think it was to give the rolling desk chair something to roll on. The room pretty much had navy colored carpet.
To my left was another desk, but it had a lot of papers on it. I was guessing this had something to do with a business room, no doubt, really. I didn’t bother to see the papers, but underneath some I could see a small, gray laptop. I didn’t bother with it.
The white computer was already on, so I saw what I could do.
The desktop screen made me laugh for a moment since I know how obsessed Austin is with sharks; never really getting to see one up here, though. But the desktop screen was a picture of a shark, just so close from closing it’s mouth on a small fish. It looked like a real picture. You could see every detail in this shark down from the shinning on the skin, to the very moisture on its tongue. I didn’t bother with staring at it after a while and then clicked to find the internet. It immediately opened to Google and waited for a bit wondering what I wanted to even do on here.
I typed in “Recent News”. It came up with many links to many different -- not to mention a lot of wrong things -- links to see stuff about news. I was specifically looking for any hint of me on the news. I don’t remember the last time I practically sent the last camera man into shock.
... Okay so I remember that a bit.
I paused for a moment, laughing in my head with a smirk on my face as I continued to scroll down the list.
I widened my search to “Mutant on news” and found more help now.
I clicked the first link, saying: Unknown mutant caught on tape with small girl. Who is this person? What is this person? Is it even a person?
Kinda ticked me but I clicked it. On the top left side of the screen, there was a small screen with a play button ready to be pressed. I pressed it and it started out with me actually zooming past a few people straight to Zoey and a MTK-9. I really hated those things. And I still have yet to see who actually made them. After I snatched Zoey and given her back to Lauren, I got rid of the MTK-9 and after a while I was back with Zoey. We where talking in a small drizzle of rain and when I had finally gotten annoyed of the camera and practically murdered it. Surprised they actually got this out of that mess. Decided to stop watching after a while because I remembered all that. Just not anything before this all happened..
Then I went looking for some games!
No, ‘course not. I was found upon by Sweetie who was scratching at my leg. She would be way to small to even try and jump up here.
“Not now, Sweetie, I want some time to think.”
“You’ll be missing the chocolate chip pancakes and I’m not being held responsible if pieces happen to get on the floor and go missing.” Sweetie said, giving my a huff and a little trot in a circle. I’m guessing Lauren was feeling a bit better.
“Wait, wont chocolate like, kill a dog your size?”
“I’d die a happy death.” And those where her last words before she trotted to the door and out.
Now I felt somewhat responsible since Sweetie is Austin’s dog. I followed her to the kitchen and bent down before we got to the kitchen to tell her not to eat anything that fell. She only gave a puff of a laugh and sat under the table.
I wonder how Austin would act if he knew her responses to everything. Yeesh.
I sat down next to Zoey who tried to reach over to me and take my right arm, that now, I can say honestly, looks like a normal right arm.
I held it out and she hugged the full arm.
“Flyboy like pancakes like me?” She already had one big one on her plate. So I nodded and smiled, also hoping for a new nickname soon.

We hadn’t really brought up a conversation that had anything to do with me, or at least they where trying to avoid my presence at the table. I had eaten around 5 of these things before I decided to step out. I snuck a last that was still hot, no butter or syrup though. But I didn’t mind. I walked out to the tree I saw the little Green Lizard in.
I looked up it and back down before giving a moment to think: Can I still climb it?
I stuffed the pancake in my mouth and gave a big jump, already knocking off 3 feet or so I would’ve climbed, but grabbed onto a branch and got up to the top in minor hassle.
I sat down on what looked like a sturdy branch and brushed my hands off on my pants. I grabbed the pancake ripping off the piece that had been in my mouth.
I could swear I felt the same I really ever had. I don’t feel more human. To tell you the truth, I kinda miss the fur. It had been turning a odd shade of gray or white on my arm, hadn’t had it’s time to get to much.
I finished off my pancake and felt like something was wrong. I was honestly missing all the hell I was through. Or maybe it was just the choice that I had no matter what. I never had really described flying, but thats because I hadn’t really thought about it, much.
You know how you have that quick sense of falling and then once you hit land, you kinda want to feel it again? That little bit of falling sensation that turns into adrenaline. Now imagine that, the sensation just staying there. Like, forever falling, getting ready only to flap and stay up longer. Now picture that, filled by the blue and white that is above you, and practically all around you. I think I take long trips because I never want to land. And now it pretty much hit me.
I don’t want to be human.
After everything. I now considered how much I liked all of this. I looked down at the ground, considering how much it would hurt if I couldn’t get my wings open.
I was estimating a good sprain, twisted something, or possibly broken bone. I climbed this tree high and the only thing that was below me was a bit of melted ice and a pretty thin bunch of grass next to the cement path for a car.
I gave the ground a smirk. I’ve been through pain, and I have high hopes for wings. If I didn’t get wings, I still have a chance I could land just fine too.
“From here, from a simple tree, I’ll take off.” I whispered to myself, “I have to.” It was still hard to believe since I looked normal...
I jumped straight off it, slowly heading down. It hit me, somewhere in the air I didn’t even know how to properly get them out. I panicked for such a quick moment, I think I totally forgot I had pressure on my back. I helped it out and tried to send them out. In case somehow you ever are in a situation of taking off with wings, take the shirt off. It’s a whole level of difficulty on its own if you can’t get your wings through it fast enough to rip the back or the whole thing.
My foot made contact with the ground but I refused it and jumped again. In that time I had managed it: To break a large hole in the back letting both wings open. I yelled out a strong “Yes!” before pounding them enough to reject gravity’s pull on me. Though my wings where scratching the ground a lot and some feathers where flying around. The kitchen has a big window so this was kind of all noticeable by everyone inside. It was now or never before one of them tried to stop me. I even looked back real quick in my time.
Zoey was laughing and clapping her hands, Lauren was waving with one hand as Zoey was in her other. She had a honest smile. Mom looked scared as heck. She looked like she wanted to look away but couldn't. Dad had his arms crossed this time. Nothing was being written down, nothing was being kept noted. He had a small, but noticeable smile. Then I saw Ike run out to the kitchen, amazement in his eyes before he could smile and started waving.
“See you in Florida!” I yelled to all of them. I decided to add one last message.
“Stay for Austin’s game! Tell him I’m sorry!” And I was off.


( Song Tiem. :3
1. Megastylez - Mighty Disco King
2. Shiny Toy Guns - Rocketship [preferred for this]
Basic songs I listened to while writing this, but Shiny Toy Guns was especially a big role in this part. A lot of their songs are fantastic and you