“Hey-ey, Emmaline! You’re really cruising!” screeched a voice that, unfortunately, was very familiar to me. My eyelids retracted as my blood started boiling. Shadela Glump, my arch enemy for, well, as long as I can remember, darted wildly above me, like a hawk waiting to dive for its prey. Her harsh red-and-brown-speckled wings beat with the pride of a month’s head start as she sneered at me, taunting, “Hey-ey, Emmaline! You dreamin’ again? Huh? Dreamin’ like a little bay-bee!”
It took everything I had to focus my energy forward as I recontemplated for the umpteenth time what the consequences would be if I played out my fantasies of revenge. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
“Hey-ey, little Emmaline! Baby Emma! You still dreamin’? You dreamin’ about when you’ll be all gwowed up enough to use those pathetic little baby wings of yours? Huh? When’s the baby’s special day?” she hissed. I could feel those black, raven eyes of hers boring into my skull, waiting to scavenge off my anger and despair.
“Little baby! You know what I think? I think it’s time for you to WAKE UP!”
She snapped her wings together and dove at me with the speed of a falcon.
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