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Ok, I have always said that I am a writer and now I have to come out and show the world some of what I can do. I would like everyone who reads this to put a comment down. (Even if it is a short "It rocks" or "It sucks") This will tell me if i should continue to post updates or just continue writing on my own.And yes there is more written than below...
Ordinary Teenagers
One morning, as Mark was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that, on his pillow, lay a few scattered feathers and he felt a heavy weight upon his back. His face pushed into his pillow, he raised one of his arms to push the weight out of the middle of his back. He felt something soft against his hand and what was more, he could feel his hand through the soft thing. He quickly sat up and was surprised to find a large pair of pure white wings jutting out from his upper back. Mark rotated his shoulders and the wings moved accordingly.
“What’s happened to me?” He thought as he reached over for his glasses, watch, and necklace. After placing the three on in their respective places and pulling on a pair of jeans, he stepped out of the now strange bedroom that he had been sleeping in.
The scene that lay before Mark surprised him. He had walked into a kitchen and four familiar faces stood before him.
First he noticed Lano, a good friend of his that always seemed to be wearing black. Lano was slightly taller than Mark, but had a much smaller build. He was sitting at a table with a bowl of cereal and an I-pod that had it’s casing removed. Mark noticed the tattoo on his shoulder, a gift he had received when he visited his family in Hawaii, and watched him tinker with the I-pod in between bites of Fruit Loops.
Mark’s attention then moved to the boy sitting across from Lano. Mark recognized him immediately as a friend of his brothers named Nick. Nick stood three years younger and a foot and a half shorter than Mark. Mark only knew a little bit about Nick. Within that knowledge was that Nick always seemed to be wearing a hooded jacket of some kind keeping his face in the dark, he had slight asthma, and he was very knowledgeable when it came to movies or video games. He was pouring milk into a bowl of his own.
“Anyone want some eggs?” Mark looked over to his left and saw another one of Michael’s friends. This friend was named Jon. Mark knew absolutely nothing when it came to Jon besides his physical appearance. Jon was also tall, like Lano, and had bright yellow hair that he was currently growing out. Mark thought the look suited him and, for some reason, was oddly reminded of Ron from Harry Potter. Jon tossed some pepper onto what Mark suspected to be the fried or scrambled eggs.
At first Mark didn’t recognize who the last person in the room was. All he saw was a large pair of dragon-like wings jutting out from behind a refrigerator door. When the refrigerator door closed Mark received the greatest surprise yet. There stood his younger brother Michael. Michael also stood slightly taller than Mark and he possessed a similar build to Lano. Mike, as Mark would call him, was very skinny and bony. Unlike his older brother, who had at least some muscle mass, Mike had very little. Mark simply stared at the immense Dragon wings that erupted from his brother’s back as he said, “ Hey you guys, were running low on peanut butter.”
By this point Mark was thoroughly confused. Where was he? What were he and all of his friends doing under the same roof eating breakfast? And why did he and his brother have giant wings protruding from their backs?
To make matters stranger still, Mark watched as a door to his right opened and a cloud of steam crawled out. Mark then watched as another friend of his stepped into view.
Rick stood boldly, hair dripping, with a towel strapped around his waist. Mark noticed the multiple white scars that stretched around Rick’s arms and shoulders. Rick had received them from over-training in football, causing his muscles to grow faster than his skin could stretch. He shook the droplets from his hair and looked over at Mike.
“What was that about the peanut butter being gone?” Rick asked.
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