Okay, we’re going to try this again. For those of you who don’t know, my author Christine is busily trying to finish the story I’m from, Fallen Matter, so us characters have occasionally been taking care of her blog for her while she does. I had a post a few weeks ago but my little bro Cyrus rudely interrupted it, so I’m gonna give it another go. He’s not around right now but it’s only a matter of time, so I’ll have to be quick. Everybody be sure to keep your voices low so he doesn’t hear us, okay? Great.
According to Cyrus I was being boring last time so I’ll try to do better. Now, normally I’m not wild about talking about my wings, but all of you seem so interested in them I guess I can try a little, at least for the sake of not being boring.
So yeah, I have wings. Um, they’re basically giant, mutated bat wings. They work and all but I haven’t exactly had much of a chance to test them out. I live in a city that’s locked away inside this giant cube. Not exactly the best place to go flying. Plus, way too many people around for that. The looks people give me when they see me. . . Well, never mind. It’s taking a lot of adjusting. They’re just so cumbersome. You all probably think having wings is cool, but try sitting or sleeping with them for the first time. You might change your mind. And running with them is like running with two giant things behind you pulling the wind in the opposite direction. Plus they make my back feel. . .weird. And kinda sore sometimes. I’m not one to envy, I promise.
How ‘bout we talk about something else?
Um. . .let me see. . . Well, Christine’s friend Celti gave some suggestions so I’ll try that. One suggestion was to talk about the other characters. I like that. Gets all the attention off me.
Well, you’ve probably gathered my thoughts on Cyrus. He’s a handful but, hey, he’s my brother. I love him even though he does try to take my posts away from me.
Breighly. . .I think she’s great. It’s just hard to get inside her head sometimes. I never really know what she’s thinking. She seems so sad all the time and I barely know why. I want to help her but sometimes I feel useless. I just don’t know what to do. I’m trying my best to be her friend but, well, it’s not always easy. Nothing against Breighly though! I know she’s had it rough, we all have. Hopefully time will heal.
Isaac? Mmm. Not exactly my favorite person. I think he’s hiding something and I can’t figure out what. I don’t trust him.
Tiff is a lot fun! She reminds me of Cyrus sometimes. It’s good to have her around for a laugh, which is something we all need from time to time. I’m glad she’s made friends with Breighly. I think Breighly needs someone like that.
And Lykan? Don’t even get me started on him. It wouldn’t be pretty.
What else did you ask, Celti? Let’s see. . . What’s my favorite thing to do? What’s my favorite color? Okay, these look easy.
I think my favorite moments were always one-on-one talks with my dad. He was always so wise and we had some pretty great discussions about life and everything in between out on the fire escape of our apartment. I really miss that.
As for a favorite color? Blue, I guess. Green is cool, too.
And you want me to tell you something silly about Cyrus? Oh, that’s a good one! I’ve got plenty of stories. There was this one time that he—
Oh, drat! I think I hear him coming. Sorry, guys, I gotta go!