Chapter #2People Don't Grow Feathers by: BeeJay   I stared at the feather. Where did it come from? How did it get there? And why does it look like it's growing out of me?
I grabbed the feather and gave it a slight tug. It wasn't enough to remove it. In fact, the skin under the feather stretched. Like it really was growing there.
I pulled harder, and the feather came out. It hurt coming out, worse than the time Dave accidentally pulled out some of my hair. Then, to my surprise, blood started welling up where the feather came out. I grabbed a tissue and held it to the spot, to stop the bleeding.
When the bleeding stopped, I took a shower, not sure what had just happened, and hoping it was over.
It wasn't.
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When I came down the stairs, Dad was getting ready for work. Mom was, too, but she would be staying home: Four days of the week, she saw patients over the internet. Dave ate like he had a hollow leg. And Terri was staring at me, for reasons I couldn't figure out. "What do you have planned for today, Hope?" Dad asked.
I heard Dave saying under his breath, "Please say you're staying home, please say you're staying home, please say you're staying home,... "
"Nothing much," I replied. "I thought maybe Jodie and I might take a bus and look at some outfits."
Dave sighed with relief.
"I hope you have fun," Mom said, as I started pouring some cereal into a bowl.
Then, Terri asked, "What's with the feather?"
I stopped pouring.
Mom asked, "Terri, what are you talking about?"
Terri pointed at me. "She's got a feather on her chest. See?"
I looked down. Sure enough, there was another feather.
Mom came closer to take a look. "Is your pillow leaking?"
"No," I replied, shaking my head.
"Well, then where did it come from?"
"It grew there."
Mom scoffed. "Don't be silly, Hope; people don't grow feathers."
"I am."
She tried brushing it off of me. It didn't work. Then, she grabbed it and pulled it out. I yelped.
That got Dad's attention. "What is going on?"
"I don't know," Mom said, staring at the blood coming from where the feather was. "She just grew a feather on her chest."
"Two," I said. "I pulled one out earlier."
Mom shook her head. "I'll need to ask some of my colleagues to take my patients today. At least until we can get this checked out."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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