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   She dreamed of growing wings, this girl. This girl the other orphans 

called "strange", or "odd". She wasn't ordinary, she was unique. She 

was an angel, figuratively speaking of course. Amelia; the name of a 

girl who wished to fly. You'll see, she would argue, someday; 

someday I will grow wings. And I will fly until I reach the puffy 

clouds in the sky. They doubted her. Called her different, insane. She 

knew she was special, a girl who could do anything if only she 

believed. She longed to leave the orphanage, go and fly away with her 

parents. If only it was possible. 

      "Amelia, do you have something to show us?" Her orphanage's 

teacher, Ms. Elizabeth, asked. Amelia clutched her doll with the curly 

blonde hair. She looked at the ground and sighed.

      "The clouds are out. Which means I should be out." Amelia said 

sadly, in her gentle voice. She was a dusty portrait sitting upon a 

lonely shelf. I am like my mommy, she thought, I will fly like a bird. 

       Ms. Elizabeth approached Amelia, stroked her hair and lead her to her 

seat. "I'm sorry, Ms. Elizabeth." She said, a tear rolling down her cheek. Ms. 

Elizabeth sighed, dried her cheek with her thumb, and smiled.

       "You'll be out soon." Ms. Elizabeth said, pointing at the window that 

revealed the outdoors where the playground sat atop a blanket of sand. 

       "I want to be a bird." Amelia sighed, her staring longingly out the 

window. "And you will all see I can fly." She said meekly. The other 

orphans giggled and one whispered, she's so stupid. Ms. Elizabeth shot a 

look of hate at the child, a girl with black pigtails. 

      "And soon you shall be." Ms. Elizabeth smiled. "I promise, you'll fly as 

high as the eagles." Amelia looked into Ms. Elizabeth's eyes, hope traveled 

through her body. 

     "You really think so?" Amelia asked, smiling. Her cheeks turning a bright 

red. 

     "Yes." That moment changed everything for Amelia. From then on she 

believed she could fly... Until she did.

     7 years later... Amelia didn't know what to 

do, she had missed her chance of becoming a 

daughter. Her foster parents didn't want her after 

what she had said. I hate you. Three words that 

changed everything. She sat on the floor, her bare 

knees touching the cold tiled floor. "Why?" She 

wept. Her bun was starting to come undone. A 

sharp pain went through her spine. She yelped. 

      "Ow!" She cried. A bright light shown from her 

back. "What's happening?!" Wings started to 

protrude from her shoulder blades. "Stop!" The 

pain was unbearable. Two white wings flapped out. 

It was the most painful thing she ever had felt. 

She collapsed to the ground. She sobbed tears of 

pain.

   Amelia slowly closed her eyes, her body limp. She 

slumped and fell down, her head hitting the wooden 

deck atop the large sea in front of her Orphanage. She 

slowly fell into a deep heavenly sleep, her memories 

traveling through her mind's eye. 

    She smelt the wheat and fresh green grass around 

her. Her mother was singing a song that Amelia 

recognized. "Over the hills and through the woods, a 

blue bird sings. A vast sea of evergreen, but yet there's 

not much to see..." Amelia watched a butterfly land on 

a small dandelion planted in the field. I want to fly. 

Amelia thought to herself, examining the insect.

   Amelia lifted her head, searching throughout the 

foggy night. "Hello?" She called out. A sharp pain 

went through her back as the last bit of her wing 

escaped her left shoulder blade. "Ow!" She cried. Her 

back went numb for a moment. She took a deep 

breath, steadied herself, and tried to control her stiff 

wings. I can fly, she thought, I will fly. Far away 

from this place. Amelia breathed in the fog, letting 

exasperated breaths escape her mouth. 

      She flapped her wings. She curled her wings 

around her body, stroking the silky feathers. They 

reminded her of an eagle's. An eagle's. She thought.

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