Life of a Teenage Bird Kid -6-Life of a Teenage Bird Kid -6- by 143PEACE
I feel like a stalker. I sit here in my tree watching them. I watch as they go to and from school. I mean, I think it's creepy, but I need to talk to them. SO why haven't I? Good question. I have no idea. Every time I try I just can't. That makes absolutely no sense. But it's true.
One day, I was finally tired of being a stalker. I unfurled my wings and took off. I soared up into the sky. The wind ruffled my feathers and whipped my hair back from my face. The sun warmed my back and my wings. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and flew.
"You aren't one of the bird freaks we are looking for, but you're still a bird freak." said a gruff male voice behind me.
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