Tattered Wings by Kayla Walron (good books to read for 12 year olds .txt) 📕

You think there are three types of people in this world. The tired, the hungry, and the greedy.

But there is another.

We call ourselves the Undiscovered. Thats because no one knows who we are. We hide among you, blending in. Every once in a while you will find on of us.

You dont understand us, so you take us in and torture us. 

But you, with your little magnifying glass and telescope, dont watch close enough. Because we get loose. 

We're coming to find you. And boy, are we mad.

Crouching down in my hiding place, I waited for the Humans to pass. I know why they're after me. I know what they want. How I'm like this, I dont know. And I'd rather not know the way they want to. 

"Ariella! We know your here. Might as well come out!"

The harsh voice was alarmingly close. I muffled my mouth with my hand so I wouldn't make a sound. I saw the flashlight beam move away from the spot I was in. Quietly, I crawled out from under the Willow where I was hidding, and peaked up to see if they were there. Seeing them down the street, I crept out and headed home, keeping to the shadows of the houses. 

"And where were you at this hour?" I flinched as my Mothers Irish tone rang out behind me. Coming in at midnight was against the house rules. 

"Sorry Mathair. I was chased again." She sighed as she gave me a hug. 

"Thats the third time this week. How did they find you this time?" 

"I just wanted fly. I've been stuck in this place for weeks. I needed fresh air."

That's right, you heard me. Fly. I have wings. As far as I knew, I'm the only one. Here in Dublin, Ireland, everyone knows about the war between the Humans and the Winged ones, or Kellopands as the Humans call us. The Humans threw bombs into our Sanctuary, killing thousands at a time.

My real mother had fled with me still an infant, barely 2. She brought me to her Human friend's house. Mother knew I'd be taken care of there. Then she headed back into the fight and I haven't seen her since. Of course, Marie (my other mother), kept pictures of my mother and told me a story every night when I was young. I knew everything. Every Kellopand had a power. Thats my "power" I guess. I have a photographic memory. 

"Serina are you even listening to me?"

I blinked my eyes and Mother came back into view.

"Sorry Mother, what were you saying?" 

She gave me a look. "O mo doar. I was telling you that supper is still waiting but you'll have to heat it up yourself. I'm going to bed."

My stomach growled and I suddenly realized how hungry I was. "Thanks mum. Oiche mhaith. Good night."

She smiled. "Good night my love. Sleep well."

 The next week passed by uneventful. I went to school the day after they chased me just like I always do. If your wondering why they don't look for me in school, it's because I use a different name. In school, I go by the name Thaddea (The-dea). 

(I'll put up the rest soon)

Publication Date: 09-24-2014

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