Reza: Red Feathers

I slide into my seat in the Maths room, and wait for Rox. We always sit together, even when Jasper and Adam aren't there, though in this case they weren't. They have Maths with Mr Band instead.

"Uh, Miss? Rox is coming, she's just gone to the bathroom," I say. Miss Fitz gives me a disapproving look, as if toilets should be banned.

Rox arrives just as Miss Fitz turns away. She sits down and the lesson begins.

"So today, class, we will be looking at dividing decimals. The correct way is..."

"How's things with Jasper?" I ask Rox, leaning over and ignoring the teacher.

"It's good. He's..." She can't seem to find the words. I understand. It's the same for me with Adam.

I lean forward in my seat, resting my chin on my hands and staring without seeing at the board. Suddenly Rox whispers "Hey, quit dropping feathers on me. It tickles."

"I'm not dropping feathers on you," I breathe in reply.

"Then what's this?" she says, waving a blood red feather in front of my face.

"I don't know," I say, yawning and stretching my arms behind my head. Something brushes my fingers, and I turn to see what it is, thinking that the boys behind me are messing around.

I certainly don't expect the huge scarlet wings that seem to be protruding from my shoulder blades.

"Holy crap!" I yell, jumping up. The teacher looks at me, angry.

"I will not have that kind of language in my classroom, Teresa. Outside. Now," she says, in that voice that means you-will-do-what-I-say-or-else. I sprint willingly from the room, glad of an excuse to get some fresh air. I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see Rox.

"What's wrong?" she says.

"What's wrong? There a bloody pair of wings on my back!" I half shout.

"I know. Calm down. Doesn't your name mean summer or something?"

"Teresa, late summer. Yes, but what's that got to do with anything?"

"This," she says, pulling a piece of paper from her pocket. "I copied it from my mums poetry book." I grab the paper and start reading.


Summer will be the first to go,

Autumn is last, but not so slow

Is Starlight, turning second, and

Winter's third, while close at hand

Is Spring, the fourth in the order of things

This is the way they get their wings.

"So your saying... I'm an angel?"

"No. I just thought... Your name means Summer, and you appear to have wings... It just made me think of that."

"Let's go and find Luna and Vesna," I say, rolling my eyes. An angel? No way.

The End

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