Your feathers twitched, uncomfortably pinned to your back. The long hours of the school day were weighing heavily on you. You would give anything to be able to run up to the roof and stretch out your wings, but unfortunately, you couldn’t.

You were born with wings, and this was your first year attending a school instead of being homeschooled. It was exhausting to deal with the weird looks and the curious souls yanking on your feathers to see if they were real.

Jake leaned back in his chair, spinning his pen boredly. You had no idea how you managed to befriend him. He was the stereotypic popular rebel who skipped classes and everybody had a crush on him. He patted you on the head to get your attention, earning yourself some jealous looks from nearby girls.

He whispered, “Why are you so fidgety? Just sit still, it’s almost lunch.”