Write A Narrative About Moving Away From High School

It seemed to go down well, until twilight, when I heard rumbling beneath blankets. This was no ordinary wind. Her cries rent open the night. I ran my fingers over her, searching for slivers of wood or glass. Beneath delicate shoulder blades, wings had sprouted from bloodless slits - featherless. Each with the texture of woodland moss.

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

Eventually, a night after sunset, thunder storm neighed from the west as if it was going to rain; usually, swallow hovered around the sky and most kid camped in the black hill were stoning on the arboreal, which Black elk describes the horrible outcome in a more precise manner. Black elk says when he wanted to stone at one of the thunder swallows, he felt queered and his hand hurts, then he remembered one of his visions from the grandfather, when the second grandfather gave him an eagle wing and opined ‘’this is the eagle of the sky; you must be like a relative to the birds.’’

Flies and glossy black ravens burst from the squirming mound, forming a twisting gyre of ill in the air. They mirrored the dust devils in the fields around them. His steps, like his song, faltered, and then stopped. He knew what lay ahead. Knew what filled his gut with such fear and revulsion.

Encompassing him were what looked like hundreds of oily, pitch black ravens angling their heads towards him like he was their next meal. Boden gawked at them as he slowly retreated to the edge of the clearing towards the lanky trees, but the ravens perceived this and all as one went screaming through the air towards him. “Skwah! Cah cah! Skwah!” the birds screeched at Boden sounding like a thousand cats dragging their claws down a blackboard. And then, like a cloud swirling feathers and jabbing beaks, the birds rocketed towards Boden. They poked and prodded at him with their monstrous, yellow tinted beaks pecking at anything they could. Boden staggered around, blinded from the birds that encompassed him in their tornado of fringe, fumbling for anything he could use to get the birds to distance themselves from him. As Boden lurched around with one arm desperately swatting at the birds and the other extended in front of him searching this barren land for something, anything, that could help him get away from this atrocious throng of birds his foot tripped on a piece of uprooted dirt and tumbled down to the ground and felt his scratched face land into a puddle of water that calmed him enough to remind him that he could “meanwhile’ out of this detestable place. So, with ambition to get out of this horrid place he stuck his finger into the puddle, swathed it on the bottom of the puddle to get some mud and

Bat sat on the ground sadly knowing he would never fly but little did he know bird had been perched up in a jungle tree intently watching from when he stumbled upon Mouse in the tar pit. Bird gracefully dropped down next to bat on the ground and sang. She sang about longing and sadness, then determination and gratefulness, and then finally hope. Bat felt a change inside him his bones became thin and light then the tar wings on his back filled with life. He stood up and stretched his leathery, beautiful, new wings. Bird smiled and he smiled and they took flight into the sky together. From then on Bat’s children spread across the world with black, shiny wings, just as if they were made from

Bitter tears streamed from my gloomy eyes, like a broken necklace of pearls as the spiteful wave of ridicules stabbed me in the heart. I was in an eternal calamitous nightmare. I felt like a caged animal being poked with sharp excruciating sticks.

“Well, see ya later Mr. Smith.” I said running out of his class, shooting him with my finger guns.

I yanked one of the throwing knives out, flipped it and palmed the handle. Using the wall, I slid up, watching the sky for the bird. This time, I didn’t take my eyes off it. It was just as massive as I first thought, as it circled, its wings blocked the sky. It tucked its wings and dove right at me like a large rocket.

She had ran from him for what felt like hours. Her wild curly hair snagged on the bushes and shrubs scattered on the forest floor, but she could not let this stop her. Not while the enraged monster was so close behind. His legs were much longer than hers, but she was light and didn’t have to worry about the branches swaying just above. Ready to knock down whoever dare run into them. She continued her trek through the dense forest. Constantly listening for leaves rustling under his trampling feet. A hard smack and choking sound. Then all was silent. She looked back over her shoulder; never slowing her pace. But her monster was down. He lay in the dirt with a large red welt swelling on his throat. The tiny girl dropped to her knees and sobbed.

"There you go, just what you wanted! Textbooks coated in foul-smelling yellow slop!" teased Samantha

The eagle sits there with it'a wings extended, looking ready to jump off the desk and fly with the wind at any moment. It's neck hooked and wings spread out for the wind to take them in. Sitting elegantly with it's dark brown velvet wings. The neck of the bird filled with with pure white feathers that fade into the milk chocolate feathers of it's lower body. A splash of bright yellow covers the entirety of the birds beak. The legs of the bird a darker shade than the beak, but still a pop of color. It's determined eyes gazing upon all the children. The talons of the bird gripping into the desk like it might fall.

The sickening green loveseat engulfed both my brother and I as we sat in the principal’s office, awaiting our fate. My sweaty palms rested on his body, one over his eye and the other on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Sobs echoed from across the room, reaching my ears and causing a fresh wave of fury to erupt inside me. I glare straight across the room at this chubby little boy folded in his, just as chubby, mothers arms. His tears stained her obnoxious yellow cashmere sweater, which clashed frighteningly with her bright, from the box, blonde hair. And cue my mother’s arrival. Great. My heart stopped, jumping into my throat and choking me. She looked at me, her son, Nathan, his mother, then the principal who finally decided to join the

Flowey looked around the room, then closed his eyes, his petals drooping. He swayed with the wind like a blade of grass. He felt himself dozing off, deeper and deeper into sleep… The sound of paper being crumpled flourished through the room. He snapped his head, swiveling his stem to the sudden sound in the room. Something fluttered near the window. It looked like a bird...? As a matter of fact, it looked more like a vicious murder weapon than a bird. Its white beak shone like a blade. It flew around the room, kicking up dust, and left through the wide open window.

The sleek figure of a metallic construct glided along the black skies, wet from the earlier cascade of water. It’s back spewed blue-hot fire, as jetstreams formed along the wings of the construct. On the front was a jagged nose and a reflective window, jet black from the outside. It smoothly flew, graceful and elegant like a hawk upon the sky.