Angel at Ravendale High Part 1 of Chapter 1

Angel at Ravendale High Part 1 of Chapter 1

     Teela jumped as something shattered on the floor.  She peeked through the potted plants to see her mother picking up glass from the floor.  Teela relaxed as the tiny blonde muttered to herself about how clumsy she was.  Her mother could find away to break a plastic bowl by dropping it.  Teela laid down the book she was searching through to help her.  Some things about her mother would never change.   Teela handed her a large piece of what was once a cup. 
     Her mother was wearing a dark blue suit.  Violet Beauregard wore baggy jeans and a dirt splattered shirt for work.  Suits and landscaping didn't mix.  Teela didn't think her mother knew what dress was let alone owned a suit.
     "What's with the suit, Mom?"
     "I have a meeting today.  With a doctor."  Violet placed the last of the broken cup on the serving tray.
     Now the suit made since.  Teela patted her mother's knee, "They don't bite.  Just ask Dad."  
     "Violet, make sure you ask that doctor if she can keep this quiet."  Teela looked up as her father came down the stairs fighting his tie.  "We want them removed quietly."
     Teela noticed the horrified look on her mother's face as she tried to stand and not dump the tray again.  "John, I don't think this is the time to talk about it."
     Teela looked at her mother.  Despite the suit her mother looked the picture of health.  Sure she was a bit pale, but she always got pale after a clumsy spell.  Teela turned to look up at her father.  As a surgeon he knew all the in's and out's of staying fit and healthy.  The only thing troubling him seemed to be his tie.  John Beauregard hated ties, but put up with them for his job.
     Neither looked ill, so why would one of them need surgery?
     "Well, all we need is for it to get out that our daughter has a perfect set of wings."  He tugged on the tie as he stopped at the mirror in the hall.  "That Teela isn't normal."
     Teela felt like the world had suddenly tilted.  She looked at her mother's face. "Mom?"
     Violet looked as if she wanted to hide, "Baby, let us explain."
     Teela didn't understand.  She wasn't sure she wanted to as she stood to look over her shoulder.  The snow white wings extended from her shoulders and went to her thighs.  Teela didn't see the problem with her having them.  She couldn't even remember not having wings.  Why did they want them removed?
     "Teela, you need to attend a school.  You need to be able to..." 
     "I'm not normal?  So you think I'm what?  A freak of nature?"  Teela extended her wings as she faced her parents.  "What is wrong with my wings?"
     "Nothing..."  Her mother held up her hands as she stepped toward Teela. 
     "They're not normal!  People don't have wings!"  Her father thundered.  "You can't even be seen by our closest friends."
     Teela stumbled backwards, "So having them removed is for you.  You don't want people to know you had a freak for a daughter."  She hugger herself as she turned away from them, "What I feel and want, does it matter to you?"
     "Of course it does."  Teela pulled free as her mother tried to hug her, "Teela, try to see what we are saying.  You need to be around people your own age.  You can't hide in this house forever.  Someone will find out.  People won't understand.  Having them removed will be the safest thing for you."
     Teela grabbed a statue off the table next to her, "I don't want this!  I like my wings!  I don't think I am a freak."  She smashed the statue at her feet.
     "Teela!"  Both her parents gasped.
     Teela turned to them with another statue raised, "What would you do if someone told you they were going to gut off your legs because everyone thought they weren't normal?"
      "You are not listening to us."  He stepped back as the statue narrowly missed his feet.  "Stop that!"
      "I am listening.  Yu want to cut off apart of me because it doesn't fit into your perfect world."  Teela grabbed a picture off the mantle.  She studied the four smiling faces.  Her mother held Jason, Teela's five year old brother, as Teela stood behind her father.  "I am not even in this picture.  Not really.  You forced me to stand in front of that curtain and wouldn't let the photographer move me or them.  So afraid he might see the true freak of nature your daughter is."  Teela tossed it into the fire as she walked toward the patio doors.  
     "Teela, you know you can't go outside right now.  It's daylight."  Her father yelled.  "Don't, Violet.  You'll burn yourself."
     Teela looked out at the garden her mother worked so hard on every week.  Every flower bed overflowed with flowers and every tree stood straight.  Her mother did everything she could to make her garden perfect incase someone happened to drop in on them.  But she could only hide the imperfect daughter.
     Her father wore expensive suits in just the right colors with just the right tie.  He never let people see him in the old gym shorts and ripped t-shirt he worked out in.  His shoes shinned and his hair was always neatly combed back from his face.  He could hide the smelly workout clothes, so he could hide her.
     "I've never been seen as anything but something to be hidden from the world by either of you."  She turned to look at them.  "Your solution to that is a knife and more secrets.  Why can't you just accept me for me?"

Writeright   Writeright wrote
on 8/12/2009 10:14:37 PM
You're onto something here.

frederic   frederic wrote
on 8/11/2009 1:27:30 PM
Very good sense of a family conflict. You're making Teela unusual. It's interesting what further significance you endow the wings with. Will we want the wings to come off is the question you have raised in the reader's mind. I like the caring parents as well.

Ve   Ve wrote
on 8/10/2009 6:25:59 AM
Oh this is lovely Anne. A few spelling mistakes but a very good start to a story. I want to hear the next bit. Why does she have wings? How is she going to get out from under the knife? How old is she though? I couldn't piece that. Teela is a wonderful representation of anomalies that people often fear from differences. I hope it has a happy ending, lassie. Good work, keep it up.

TaintedBlood   TaintedBlood wrote
on 8/8/2009 5:59:48 AM
I enjoyed reading this! I love the detail you put into your scenes. I felt as if I were there. Rock on!

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Teela learns her parents want to do more than hide her from the world. They want to have the part of her they see as abnormal removed. When they learn that isn't the only difference.