A Few Pages (open)

[Cameron Wilder]

Cam paused and stared up at the bookstore, trying to ignore the continuous stares that people were giving her. It was hard to blame them though, two giant ivory and ebony wings protruding from her shoulder blades weren't exactly inconspicuous. Glancing behind her, Cam walked to the door and pushed it open; feeling more relaxed when surrounded by familiar territory.

The brunette knew exactly where she was going. Books were her comfort zone, and she needed a few more. The winged teen loved to draw, particularly fantasy and one of her roommates convinced her to head to the bookstore since they had some great tutorial books for humanoid figurers. Although this was probably just a ploy to remove Cam from the dorm, she had gotten curious and decided to check it out.

Cam stopped in front of a shelf labelled 'ART' in cursive letters. Quaint and slightly familiar. The girl picked up one of the books, a simplistic looking one with surprisingly accurate figure drawings on the cover. Cam had always used drawing and reading to avoid things; particularly social events or stressful times during her social care. Some would say she was skilled, but Cam knew that she struggled with humanoid images. Maybe because she never really focused on people that much.

One of her wings twitched half-open before closing shut again, making Cam realise that someone was staring at her. Focusing on her book, Cam felt her skin prickle under the uncomfortable feeling. She was used to it, but strong stares made her uncomfortable.

[Hunter and Terrence Park]

The Park twins were loose in Pilot Ridge and they were up to no good. Hunter and Terry were locked onto their target, a young man. Hunter and Terry saw when the young man put his wallet. The Park twins closed in. Just when they were about pick pocketed the man, a cop car drove by. The Park twins bailed. They weren't going to get themselves arrest.

The brothers walked around the town. After a while Hunter's fingers were getting itchy. He had his sight on another target until Terry smacked him hard. "Check out that chick." Hunter and Terry looked across the street at a girl. She was no ordinary girl. This chick had wings coming from her back. The girl disappeared into the bookstore.

With a sly twinkle in their and mischievous grins, they had the same idea. Terry adjusted his beanie hat. Hunter flipped his hood on his head. They walked across the street and into the bookstore.

Hunter went two aisles over. Terry stood at the opening of the aisle. He was just simply openly watching the chick with the wings. He then walked down the aisle. Terry stopped next to her. "Art, eh?" Terry said as he pulled a book off the shelf.

Hunter had moved. He peered around the corner at the chick and his brother. Hunter made his move. He approached the girl but was pretending to be interested in the books on the other side of the aisle. Let's see what his sticky fingers could get from her.

"You good at art?" Terry asked her.

[Cameron Wilder]

"Art, eh?"

Cam jumped instantly from the unexpected voice; her right wing shot open in surprise and whacked the bookcase behind her, causing most of the books to tumble from the shelves. Turning around, Cam winced as she thought she might of hit the stranger since her right wing had still been open. Crouching , Cam began to pick up the books and put them back on the shelf; her wings shuffling before settling back in their folded position. "Sorry, sorry!"

"You good at art?"

Cam glanced up at the boy before standing. She didn't notice the second twin nearby, ignorant if she had hit him when her wing had hit the bookshelf. Her wings were still slightly panicked; remaining tightly closed. Thankfully, Cam hadn't hurt herself in the panic, her wings were muscular enough to prevent any real damage to her.

"Um, with some things." Cam murmured, uncomfortable with speaking to a stranger. People she knew made her uncomfortable, let alone people she didn't. She held onto the book she had been reading and turned her body to face the shelf she had pulled it from, keeping her head turned to the boy.