“I’m sooo hungry,” Olivia said as we were walking to the kitchen. I saw Bella creep slowly into the room from the window and follow us.
“Wait! We gotta go back in the room now!” We rushed to Olivia’s room and saw Bella.
“We can’t let Livi’s mom see these!” I lifted one of my wings.
“You’re right! If she or anyone else sees us with them, then we’re off to a laboratory. But if anyone does, try to
make them think that they are fake. That way we won’t end up in a lab. Hopefully. Anyway, put on your sweatshirts and fold your wings like so.” Livi demonstrated with her wings and folded them across. Isabella just turned her wings down and folded them across her back.
“Ooh! Your wings are so flexible!” Livi cooed.
“I know, Em, Livi. Just, can you please stop exclaiming over how pretty my wings are?” She put on her sweatshirt.
“Girls! Breakfast time!!” Olivia’s mom screeched from downstairs.
“Coming!” I yelled. “Remember what I said,” I whispered in a low tone.
“Come on, girls!” she called again.
“Alright, okay, Mom. Sheesh.” Livi yelled back. We all rushed downstairs to the breakfast table. When they got to the kitchen, they ran to sit down.
“Please don’t be late for breakfast, or any other meal again, dears. Now, what are you girls going to do today?”
“We’re going shopping!!”
“Ah, shopping. My favorite thing to do. Pick something good, girls! Please say hello to Sharon for me, won’t you, Olivia?” Afterwards she muttered, “I probably shouldn’t have done that overnight mall junk thing….”, with her eyes threatening to fall asleep.
“Mom! We’re probably not going to go to your lame ‘super’ sports store!” Livi said as she sipped her milk.
“Okay, sorry dear. Just please say hi if you do end up going there,” she said as she served us pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
“So what do you think I should wear? The blue tank top or the pink? I can’t go to the mall in these!” She pointed to her pajamas.
“Try ‘em both on first, then show us,” Livi told her.
“Okay.” With that, she went into the bathroom and came out soon after wearing the blue tank top. Isabella struck a pose, and I took a picture of it. She went back in, coming out with the pink. Livi snapped a picture with her phone, and Bella struck a different pose. Then they compared pictures. I just couldn’t help admiring her wings, and their swirl pattern. It looked like one of those paintings by Vincent Van Gogh. Or was it Keith Haring? Eh, it doesn’t matter.
“I definitely like the blue a bit better than the pink, Bella. It fits your eyes.” Livi said admiringly, which snapped me back to reality.
“Yeah, me too,” I agreed.
“Oh no! Your wings, Bella. You can’t go out wearing a tank top with those wings sticking out of your back! You have to wear a full shirt, long sleeve or short sleeve.” Livi shouted as the realization hit her with a pang.