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  • Date Submitted: 06/23/2010 3:52 AM
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Fly On The Wall

I'm a fly. A little fly. A normal fly. A spy. A fly on the wall. Nothing more than that. It is true... Nah, it's not. It's a load of bullcrap. Excuse my language will you?

I wasn't a fly before. I was human. I was the dream guy. I was the jock with the curly hair and the pack and the hot body. The guy you would want to be. I was the jock. The guy with the hot girlfriend. The guy who had it all going for him. But, It all changed last week. Last week; my eighteenth birthday; the coolest party in town and the day I went missing.

I don't remember a lot about it. I remember going outside to get some fresh air from the heated party. I kissed Emma and went outside. I remember seeing an old man with a stick who kept looking over at me from across the road.

The next morning, when I woke up; I was like this. I had wings, big, huge eyes and a small body. I was fly. I did freak out for a while. But i got used to my body in a week since it happened. I learnt how to use my wings and fly without knocking into places.

Going to the present; I'm sitting on the wall right next to the door in Emma's room. I've been here just like this since I followed Emma into her room after dinner. Yeah Yeah, It's only been like five minutes.

Emma looked different. She didn't have her usual smile that lit up her whole face. Her face was pale and she had dark circles under her eyes. I could swear she never had them before. Loss of sleep? That sucks. Emma looked skinnier, skinnier than before. She's lost some weight as well.

All of a sudden I felt her, I saw her looking straight at me. Her eyes wide and she blinked twice, shook her head. Without moving I wondered if she recognized me. She couldn't have. While my thoughts were clouding up my little brain, out of the corner of my eye I saw a book flying straight at me. I flew. Just like Emma to throw a big bloody book at an innocent fly sitting on a wall. Well, maybe I'm not innocent spying on her like this....

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