Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The class was waiting impatiently, hell even the teacher was waiting for the bell. DDDDDIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!Paper was flying everywhere. Books flying across the room as everyone belted to the door. I wanted to fly along the halls and get to the exit as soon as I could, but my wings are rather large, even for a guy as big as me.
I should probably introduce myself. I'm Soarin' Skies. I am 6ft 2", I have navy wind swept hair, Sky blue wings with a 5ft wing span and almond skin. I am 18 and I am a student at The WonderBolt Boarding Academy.
I soared up into the sky as quickly as possible.
The wind rushing through my feathers as I kept on doing stunts.
"Goofball! You coming down?" Spitfire yelled up at me.
Oh I should introduce you to my friends. Spitfire Skies is my little sister. She is 17 and she has gold and orange wind swept hair with yellow wings with a 4ft 3" wingspan and golden skin. She is 5ft 4". Being my little sis, I have known her for most of my life.
My friend Thunderlane is 18, like me, and has a white and grey Mohican. He has grey wings with a 5 ft span. He is 6 ft 3" and pale skin.
FleetFoot is Spits best friend and they have known each other since birth and are the same age. She has long wavy sky blue hair with a pair of flight goggles on her head all the time andgolden skin. She is 5ft 6" and has sky blue wings like her hair with a 5ft span.
Lastly, Rapidfire is 19, has messy white hair, he has pale almond skin with grey wigs that are 6ft 3", oddly he is 5ft 11" so is shorter than his wing length, which is a very rare and unusual trait for a pega-person.
I dove down to the ground and came to a stop in a matter of seconds. "So, we still going to the beach later?" I asked them.
They all replied in variations of yes and spitfire set "Guys come to ours around 4, yeah?" to which Thunderlane replied a simple "sure".
With that we parted ways.