~|Free Enough To Fly ~ Fifth Book In The Untitled Series|~

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Yeah, I changed it.....

Dangit, I HATE hangers....

[Rebel Faery]

More on Monday, promise- I'm grounded and banned from using the comPuter. Im not even supposed to be on now so I better go. However, I have a pre-written entry, so Ive been busy.

[Rebel Faery]

Yes! I. Am. No. Longer. Grounded! Woah, it was a long week. And now for the first ever pre-written entry!

Tallulah races forward to the floor by the empty chair, falling to her knees. She bursts into tears, a scrap of Reece's shirt clasped in her paws. I walk up to her slowly. I'm not crying, but tears are not far off. I wont cry. So I sing:

I spread my wings and try to fly,
I reach out and crash from the sky,
I guess when my mother told me I could to anything she lied,
Your sayings were a pack of lies,
Your songs bring tears to my eyes,
Your words destroyed my life,

Your words turn to dust,
Your voice has me crushed,
And now I'm left to collect the pieces of my life,
Your eyes burn me out,
I scream without a sound,
And now I'm left to collect the shattered pieces of my life...

Tallulah looks up at me, her face stained with tears. She opens her mouth, and I think for a moment that she will tell me to get lost. Instead, she sings.

My mother told me that to fly,
I need to spread my wings and touch the sky,
But after I tried I knew it was a load of lies,
Your sayings make me want to scream,
Your songs are nothing but an empty dream,
Your words caused me to crash and burn,

Your words turn to dust,
Your voice has me crushed,
And now I'm left to collect the pieces of my life,
Your eyes burn me out,
I scream without a sound,
And now I'm left to collect the shattered pieces of my life...

I can hear music. Kitty has pulled out the guitar and Brandon has his bongos. Of course Reece still has her flute. Nobody says it, but the thought makes me blink tears from my eyes.

Now Kitty's playing your guitar,
And Brandon's bongos take us far,
And somehow we'll just have to move on,
Somedays its hard not to hate,
Yet it's not to late,
Every time I see those shattered pieces I smile,
I crash and burn!

Your words turn to dust,
Your voice has me crushed,
And now I'm left to collect the pieces of my life,
Your eyes burn me out,
I scream without a sound,
And now I'm left to collect the shattered pieces of my life...

Now Kitty's playing your guitar,
And Brandon's bongos take us far,
I crash and burn!

Your words turn to dust,
Your voice has me crushed,
I crash and burn!

My mother told me that to fly,
Was not to touch the sky,
But to be free and see the truth in lies,
Your sayings made perfect sense ,
Your songs were always the best,
Your words caused me to crash and burn!

Your words turn to dust,
Your voice has me crushed,
And now I'm left to collect the pieces of my life,
Your eyes burn me out,
I scream without a sound,
And now I'm left to collect the shattered pieces of my life...

Shattered pieces of my life, yeah!
I crash and burn!
I crash and-
Pieces of my life!









Dere you have it! Probably write more later, but I have other business to attend at the moment.

[Rebel Faery]

She's a good singer, don't you think? Velvet asked as she indicated Coco to grab me. I felt myself hauled upwards by the bigger, stronger dog.
Yes, quite. Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?
I certainly am! Coco, put her in the chamber.
I struggle to no avail. I am shoved in a large plastic/glass sphere hovering several feet above the ground. I bang on the plastic/glass, but it is obvious no-one can hear me- and I can no longer hear them. Suddenly Velvet's voice booms into the sphere- she is using a microphone on the control panel.
No need to worry, Stella, hon. This is simply a voice enhancer, designed to make you a better singer.
Before I can register the information, she flicks a small red switch.
I know no-one can hear me, but still I yell and pound on the Sphere. Some sort of invisible rays are swanning down, with a five-second gap in between- every time one does, I feel a burst of pain in my head and chest. Eventually I give up and slump back, my eyes half-closed.
Suddenly a loud alarm goes off; I clutch my hands to my head. The sound is making my ears pound painfully. Suddenly the rays stop, and I feel weakened, and slump to the floor. A compartment is opened, and I find myself slumped on the hard wooden floor.
What are you doing? She's not stable! Cam's voice splits my ears.
No time, they're here! Quick, shove them in a crate and ship them to Mexico! We need to run before they reach the lab! Velvet's gone very pale, I notice.
Shove Moonlily in with them, too. She's useless.
I find myself bundled into a wooden crate with the others and our luggage. I lay slumped against the wall, my head and heart pounding. My throat is sore and throbbing. I open my mouth to say something, but no sound comes out.
Omigosh, Stella, are you okay?
I nod, opening and closing my mouth to show that I cant speak. Quickly, I tear a page out of this journal and scribble down:
I'm fine. My throat hurts though. Have you got any water?
I have, Moonlily syas. Her soft voice sounds loud, and I wince. Sorry, she adds in a whisper, handing Tallulah the bottle. I take a sip as she holds it to my lips. Then I slump back and sleep.

[Dark Moon]

Awesome work with the chapter! Can't wait for more!

[Rebel Faery]

The weeks passed.
I slipped in and out of consciousness, never moving from that spot. I barely ate, though I must've drank almost half our water supply. The others grew restless inside that stuffy crate, but I could barely move.
I dreamed, also.
The dreams seemed to be full of memories, but they weren't mine. I saw images of an old-fasioned school, like one that my mother must've gone to. I saw a small purple pup and an orange dog, sleeping. Or maybe she was dead- it was hard to tell. I saw frozen wastelands and darkened skies and lights. Multicoloured lights, swimming in a dark Arctic sky. I remember thinking that it was heaven beyond those lights. Or maybe another world.

I woke to movement. I looked around- everyone was hanging onto the outer box. I didn't move.
I'm thinking we're arriving, Brandon says, his voice throaty from disuse.
Where are we going, anyway? Tallulah asked. Nobody seemed to know.
Mexico, I rasped. My voice was sore and it was the first time I'd spoken in weeks.
We're going to Mexico.













END O' BOOK FIVE!

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WHAT?!!? MEXICO?!?!?

[Dark Moon]

OMG!!!! Mexico!!! I can't wait for the next book!!!

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Can't wait for the next book!

[Rebel Faery]

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