29.2.16

CRACK! was the first thing I heard in my egg. CRACK! went another. “I think it’s my turn,” I thought. “On the count of 3. 1… 2… 3!!!”. I cracked open my shell and the light of a big, yellow, round thing was the first thing I saw. Then I heard a voice. “Here’s a new one! Aww, this one’s a little Barnacle Goose, ain’t ‘e?” I tried to open my eyes but the light was burning my eyes. Heh. Made me sound like a vampire. “Uh, I’m Dracula! Here to suck your blood! Blah, blah blah.”. Anyway, Then I heard a more feminine voice. “I would like to call this one Freewing.” And that was my name for the rest of my life.

I was so damn cold ‘cause I didn’t have any feathers and anyway, we live at the edge of a cliff. WHY THE HECK DO WE LIVE AT THE EDGE OF A CLIFF?!?! I tried to find my mum’s wing so I can get warm and cosy. That was my first day and my first night.

After a few weeks, I grew my feathers with my brother named Hurricane and two sisters named Rainbow and Cloudfluff. Rainbow was the youngest after me and the eldest was Cloudfluff with Hurricane following.

Today was the day to find food. Today was the day to jump. I looked over the cliff with Mama and Papa down at the bottom, urging us to jump. Papa told us about the way we had to jump. We did it in order, youngest to oldest. Rainbow jumped belly first. The padding inside our stomach prevents force from the rocks. My turn, I jumped like Rainbow and felt the rocks on my stomach. When I stopped, me and Rainbow were still alive. I saw that both Cloudfluff and Hurricane slipped and fell completely off course. Hurricane came falling down with a sickening crack and Cloudfluff came falling down dead as well. It made me very unpleasant. That is the story of me, Freewing.