Suddenly with a whoosh and a flurry of feathers both men dragging him where tossed across the lawn, one toppling in the grass the other cascading onto a neatly trimmed bush. The rush of wind caused michael to drift through the air a few feet but he landed, if slightly awkwardly on both feet. His wings hung out from his back, slightly relaxed their awesome great white feathers dragged along the grass easily as he walked calmly to his family, straightening his now torn jacket. His wings had busted right through the back and bits of fabric gently fluttered to the ground. "You said....that I could say goodbye to them....at least."
The men got up, training their guns on him with severely unhappy glares but a jerk of a gun barrel signaled they where willing to wait if he made quick about it. Michael's peircing yellow eyes softened as he walked over to his family, standing on the porch. His older sister, Celena, glared back at him, worry and concern apparent by the line that creased her brow. Her arms where crossed and her silence made it apparent how unhappy and worried she was about it all. Michael beamed at her. "I'll be fine, sis. I can take care of myself."
"You can't even do your hair right without my help, Mikey." She pursed her lips and fussed with his hair. She shook her head. "I don't like this little bro. If anything looks more fucked up than this. You fly the hell out of there. Don't look back."
Michael nodded and hugged her. He turned to his mother, whose eyes where red. She too held the anger and sorrow of his sister. Such strong women. She shook her head repeatedly. "I should never have let you go to that school. This is my fault...."
"Mom....no it's not your fault....Look....It's probably not even going to be that bad....at least....no worse than private school....right?"
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Michael stirred, immediately feeling queasy again. He fussed with the window anxiously as his brow beaded with sweat and his heart raced. "We gotta pull over again guys I can't do this."
The man sitting next to him groaned. "Just hang on, will ya? We're almost there!"
"Why couldn't I just fly there then? Why does it have to be this tiny..... little.........Nnngh.." Michael retched and the SUV screeched to a halt as the men rushed to get Michael out of the vehicle. A few minutes of spewing chunks and a heated argument later and Michael was brushing his teeth on the side of the road with lukewarm water from a water bottle. Upon looking up he laid his first eyes on their destination. There was nothing but dry hot desert all around them save for the road they where on and a building surrounded by a barbed wire fence. Michael squinted at it. "You're not seriously telling me that....is the school....right?"
"Get back in the car." Was their only reply.