Personal Narrative Fiction

Seraphina shifted her wings closer to her back, looking around as she walked down the empty street. Her wings, usually a mixture of dark brown and dirty blond, were covered in dust and mud. She couldn't wash them herself, she needed someone else to help and ever since she left the flock, she had no one to help clean them. Her flock had kicked her out after she had helped a demon, which was strictly forbidden. She had been on the run ever since then, too scared to show anyone or use her wings. She finally sighed and pulled off her leather jacket, letting her wings stretch out as she walked down the empty road. She smiled slightly and began humming, breaking the deafening silence around her as she thought about where she was going next, her wings stretched out across the road. She continued walking until she saw a bright light and felt the cool metal of a car hit her hip, throwing her off balance and to the concrete as she cried out, landing on her wing and hearing a loud snap. She laid out dazed until she heard a voice above her and a gentle hand nudging her shoulder.

Sam flicked his brown hair out of the way of his left eye. The girl tried to open her mouth to say she was okay, but nothing came out so she just nodded her head slowly. sam slid his long fingers into the girl's jeans trying to find some sort of identification of her. The girl started batting her legs as much as she could frantically. Sam startled, fell on his back. A black impala pulled up next to sam, it's engine rumbling. Sam's older brother dean stepped out of the car with a sarcastic grin on his face. "Trying to get some action with an innocent chick who can't help herself