Flying Death
Simone screams it in my head, wanting to join in.
“FLY! FLY! FLY! FLY! FLY!”
“Don’t mind if I do,” I hear.
There’s a shuffle behind me, and when I blink again, Kylie has turned into a large black crow, and begins to fly through the group. I beam at the bird, wishing I could be that free.
A minute later, nearly everyone has shifted, and our backyard has turned into a completely different party.
“Welcome to the Flying Death, my little brat,” Travis whispers, as he bends to kiss me.
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