My eyes close, wings open catching warm breeze, head to the sky, arms wrapped around myself. Glorious. A flattened field, trees pushed out around the field, workers running about was my surroundings. Units of men carrying trunks and heads of trees near the tents I standing by. I was taking a moment in the peace of the field.
When I was younger my dad would bring me to the flat fields to help. I'd keep the food makers entertained with stories of adventures I would have someday, while they prepared food and drink. Then it was my duty alone to pass the food around to all the units, I ran tasks around the land or towns nearby. On break time my dad would actually let me roam the woods, just so I could find some special rock, or whatever really, to take home. Countless memories of the guys taking me on flights on their big wings, so I could see the aerial view of the land.
That's what always had me hyped for the chance to fly on my own. Trust...I would try, but my baby wings couldn't even gimme a steady hover off the ground. Chillin' wit' dad was a lot funner than I would ever admit to him. Me helping in the flat fields was always our thing. 'Tika would always stay in the tents, running from all the loud sounds around the field.
Me on the other hand, I ran for them, curious eyes wanting a peak. Later that night—after helpin' Dad in the fields, I make a strange and sudden decision. I decide to get up for school in the morning. Figure it would look good on me achievement list, when I turned it in for recommendations to enter the Wave. Lessons are seasonal—the older one gets, the more you got to go, but for more specialized lessons.
Rather than the general ones we gotta share. My school is Bluwe Dhome. When we get there, WE, you'll understand the name. I decide against Avuh, just shined up that mornin'. My parents was still trapped in the snores, takin' it all in 'cause 'Tika was out for a few days this season.
Me? I always take the school Curveyn double—one a the reasons I can't stand going for lessons. Once I was ready, I left the house, strolling towards the Rhythm. It was busy this early light, I'm pushing through tall people, swole people, stick people, and people who too grown to be so damn small. Dang, what's goin' on this mornin'?
I keep pushing on, till I saw the double come into view. I was early as far as my clock is concerned, but late according to theirs. Kids was already on the double, hyper and cheery as if lessons was something to celebrate about. Thankfully Ms. Leo always wait for the draggin' they ass kids. I happen to be amongst said crew, but hey!
I got a lot of ass. I walk up on the floating double, reaching out to caress its smooth design, taking my time, meeting the eyes of some kids on the Curveyn. I climb the drop steps, then saunter on the big Curveyn, smiling and thanking Ms. Leo with my eyes. Then I take my seat, which was always up front. Most kids like to be cute and attempt cool, by sitting way back, not me.
Personally, I ain't tryna get no deeper in this dookie bowl, besides its some hoes on this double I can't stand. And they can't stand me. Shit, as we speak they was in the back of the double giving me the stank eye. They must be thanking the gods that I need to be on good behavior to go on this trip, or else for old time sake I'd whup both they ass. I flop down.
Just as I take a breath of relief, HE sidles up next to me. He, him, who? Ugh. The boy with the funkiest breath in our level. I smelled him before he even made his move.
He shined up and far too often. Gold boy is in desperate need of some Kanatha. Some floss in his ass. His gold skin was rusting, white residue on him. Dirty funk breath dude may get cussed out today.
I know he go try me.
Funky boy, “Kheznaria, its been too long.” The heat seeking missile that is the fire from his break sought me.
Ew! Not long enough. See this why I hate taking the double!