I opened up the folder carefully and looked at the contents. Inside was a lengthy biography along with what seemed a recent picture. The girl had dirty blonde hair to her shoulders, layered along with a rat-tail hanging down the side of her shoulder. She had green eyes hidden behind glasses and she had a pale complexion with rosy cheeks. She looked like your every day person for the exception of one thing. She didn’t smile. She looked almost sad. I studied the picture longer than what I really should have. I caught myself and looked at the information.
“Phyllis?” I said out loud. I never heard the name before. I scanned down the history part of it, reading how when she was five years old, she moved out of her old house and with her mother and father to her new one, how when she was in third grade she had met one her best friends, how when she was fifteen, she was made to go to a psychiatrist because she felt like she wanted to commit suicide. I stopped and closed the file momentarily. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I looked around and decided it was best that I continued so that I could successfully complete my mission with out any mishaps.
I finished reading and closed it, feeling satisfied that I had learned almost all there was to learn on one particular person.
“Finished?” I looked up in shock to see the same woman standing in front of me.
“Uh…yeah.” I stuttered.
“Are you sure?” She said, raising an eyebrow.
“As finished as I’ll ever be.” I smiled.
“You do realize that there is much more that you don’t know about that that file can never tell you.” She said.
“I kinda thought that too.” I said.
“Okay, ready for the piaz de resistance?”
“I guess.” I said shrugging my shoulders as I got up out of my seat.
I followed her slowly and we made our way out of the office room and out of the building. We walked for only a little bit before we made our way to a smaller building. We walked in and I could see many younger people, similarly dressed to myself.
“We need a set of wings here!” I could hear her call as she pointed down to me. About twenty heads turned in my direction and they were all young girls. They all clambered over only to be shoed away by my guide.
“You know better.” She said, reprimanding them all. Then another person walked up, a tall lanky man with shaggy brown hair. He came over to me and immediately raised my arms and pulled his tape measure from around his neck.
“Okay, they’ll be ready in a few seconds.” He smiled and patted me on the back.
“I feel like I’m going through wardrobe or something.” I said, looking up at the woman.
“It’s sort of like that.” She smiled.
“Ready.” The same man said, coming up to me, totally empty handed.
“Uh…where are they?” I asked puzzled.
“Inside you.” He said.
“What?” I asked puzzled.
“You have to concentrate.”
“On what?” I said, still bewildered.
“Concentrate on your mission.” the woman said.
“Uh…how?” I asked.
“One easy way is to concentrate on a face, preferably Phyllis’.” The ‘tailor’ said, looking all around.
“How did you know her name…”
“It’s part of his job.” The woman answered.
“Uh…okay.” I said and shrugged my shoulders. I closed my eyes tight and thought about the picture I saw. I remembered it and attempted to conjure it up in my mind.
“I don’t think this is working…” I said and opened my eyes.
“Look in the mirror.” The woman said. I turned and right before me was the mirror. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My jaw dropped as I looked closer. I had huge white wings with long feathers at the ends.
“Are…are these real?” I stammered as they began to expand to full height.
“Woah.” I said, looking up.
“They are as real as anything.” The ‘tailor’ smiled.
“Can I actually fly with these things?” I asked as I turned around to look at him and my guide.
“Sure, go try them.” My guide smiled.
“But…how…I’ve never had…”
“It’s easy, just flap them sort of like flapping your arms. You’ll automatically gain altitude.” The ‘tailor’ said and patted me on the shoulder.
I walked out of the building and to the open street where not only did the guide follow but the twenty young girls also.
“Okay…I can do this…I think.” I said to myself.
“Start running.” My guide said.
“Okay.” I said nervously as I looked at her. I began running and attempted to figure out how to flap these things that were coming out of my back. Surprisingly, I didn’t have much trouble. I ran faster and faster until I could slowly feel my feet lift off the ground as I flapped harder and harder.
“Woah…woah…WOAH!” I yelled as I finally became airborne. It was the most unreal experience of my life. I turned my head as I soared and looked down at the crowd below.
“COME DOWN!” I could hear my guide yell up. I nodded and turned around, descending slowly. I landed almost perfectly and folded the gigantic feathered wings against my back.
“See, it’s not that hard. I think your ready for your mission.” The woman smiled.
“Are…are you sure I’m ready I mean…” I stammered.
“Taylor…you’re ready.” She said seriously.
“Now follow me back into the building.” She added. I walked passed the crowd of girls which seemed like they were swooning. I just shook my head and smiled uneasily as I followed.
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