Chatterbox: Inkwell

I live in a orphanage, a dirty one that is mean. I live here because….. No one knows why,they  just found me on their doorstep. 

    I only have one friend. His name is drake and he a cat. No one else wants to be around a girl with wings hidden behind her back, but no one knows that secret. I’m actually not sure why no one talks to me, probably the orphanage workers made some crazy rumor about the mryterious girl that they found on their doorstep. 

    Let me tell you about my wings. They're angel wings that I wish I could unhide from my back, but I know the’ll never be free to fly in the sky. Ever. Because it’s to risky with every person here that doesn’t like me floating around. They wouldn’t care if I was flung into a experiment building. 

    This story is about the night that changed my life forever.                                               

      It was a clear night, critters chirped, and the moon shown brightly. I was working on some school papers, not mention a project do tomorrow. Someone knocked on the door. Shock rippled through me. No- one ever came to see me or hang out. I opened the door, casually. 

     “Hello Angla” 

        “H i Stephen” I replied, bored. Stephen was a dark haired boy, with a air of gloom around him. Drake told me Stephen's mom and dad died in a carcrash. Drake also told me Stephen wad the last of the crow family. Yeah.. my cat can talk. I really don’t know how Drake can talk, but i’m use to it now. It doesn’t  freak me out. 

     “Um, I was wondering if you could read this aloud  to me? Please Angela?” said Stephen , embarrassing himself. His cheeks turned red at my imploring look.

      Couldn’t he read  it to himself? or maybe one of the orphanage workers could? I took the piece of paper. He grinned, I looked at him. What was he grinning about?  Was this a  crush note! Take a deep breath I told myself. I didn't have a crush on Stephen. I didn't really like him either. He was always so gloomy. 

      The paperer said..I was reading it aloud [Thankfully it wasn’t a crush note!]

            a Spare thee red of the darkness, welcome the unwelcome, embrace the  world with thee rule!

    ‘’ OW!”  cried stephen.

         My head swung around in fear. Stephen was sitting on the ground, weeping. His left arm had a deep cut and the outing of the cut was gold. Wing tattoos spread up his arms, a well as halos. I shook my head in fear, hoping this madness would disappear after I was done shaking my head, but it didn’t. My…. wings they were tatted on his left arm, but how  could this happen?This.. was complete madness. 

           I  sat down next to him. Net thing I knew I was being pushed away.

           “It’s all your fault I’m hurt because you read the note. Which did this!” screamed Stephen, angrily.

           That's when it dawned on me. It wasn’t his fault, nor mine either. The fault landed on the person who gave him this poem? note? whatever you want to call this demon-made thing. The other humans wouldn’t realize that, though would they. It would all land on me, no more chances of other friends but Drake, who was hiding under the bed. 

          “Help!” cried Stephen.