Mitch was gaping as he stared at the wings from the mirror. He backed up until he hit the side of his bed, making him fall back on the bed right onto his wings. He stifled a yell as felt pain coming from his back. He jumped up, and he could feel the wings stretch wide behind him. He gasped, looking into the mirror to see that his wings had a huge wingspan, one of the wings actually brushing against one of the walls of his room.

"You have got to be kidding me. This was the catch??!!?!?" he said, grabbing one of his wings and pulling it in front of him, studying it. "I didn't know what to expect, but... this?!?!?!?" He let go of his wing, letting it align itself with the other one.

Mitch sat in silence, flinching whenever he felt his wings move behind him. He had then noticed that there were small shreds of his V-neck on the floor, and had used the mirror to find that the wings had almost completely ripped through the back of his shirt, and joined his skin about where his shoulder blades were, the change from feather to skin obvious and abrupt. Mitch sighed as he put his head in his hands.

He jumped up when a sudden realization came over him. What am I going to tell the others?!?!?!? He thought frantically. I can't show them this! They'll think I'm a freak! Mitch closed his eyes and held his head as more frantic thoughts came to him. I have to think of something to hide these things.... But how the hell am I supposed to do that?!?!?

He took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes, noticing that his wings were curled around him like a cocoon. He groaned as he opened them. He paced around his room, trying to think of ideas to conceal his wings. He eventually thought of an idea, and grabbed his hoodie from off of his dresser. He carefully wrapped his wings tightly under his arms and around his chest. He slipped on his hoodie and zipped it on so that his wings were hidden. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it would have to work. He took a deep breath and opened his door, walking downstairs (after knocking repeatedly on Ty's door while yelling "TYYYYYYYY!" Seeing that it was closed, that meant he was probably sleeping). He saw that Ian, Quentin and Jason were already in the kitchen. Quentin was talking to Jason, who looked half-awake and groggy.

Ian was the only one who noticed Mitch walkingin , and giving him a small wave, before noticing his hoodie, making him raise an eyebrow. "Umm... Mitch, you are aware that it's the middle of summer right...?" he asked with a laugh.

Mitch tried to push aside his nervousness and smiled back. "Problem?" he said before absent-mindedly snatching the cereal box from in front of Ty, who had just walked into the kitchen. Ty groaned, looking like he had just gotten out of bed, and his probably just did.

"That's just cruel Mitch..." Ty said, snatching the box back as soon as Mitch had poured himself a bowl. "I mean, first you make me fall out of my bed by knocking and screaming outside my door..." Ty reached for the milk, but Mitch had beaten him to it, the Benja smiling smugly. "And then you just take the cereal just as I was going to grab it! CRUEL MAN. CRUEL. Are you even listening?!?!?" Ty yelled, although, you could hear a joking tone in his voice.

"Hmmph? I whas lisphining." Mitch said, but it was hard to understand with the cereal in his mouth.

"EW. Mitch. Mouth closed please." Quentin said, disgust in his voice. They all laughed, and went about their business.

After eating, Mitch ran upstairs and kicked Jerome's door open, not even thinking about whether he was awake or not. "JAYROOOOOME. HUNGER DEEEAAAAAANS."

Jerome jumped at Mitch's barge into his room, and Mitch saw that Jerome had Minecraft open on his computer. Jerome smiled and leaned back in his chair, dramatically putting his hand over his chest. "My gawd Mitch! You gave me a heart attack- MMPH!" Jerome said before he was hit in the face by a flying pillow.

"So, are we playing or what?"

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Mitch left the Skype call and he stretched. He and Jerome had a fairly successful episode of Hunger Games, with only Mitch going into the death-match, because someone had killed Jerome with an iron axe ("Frederick WHY?!?!?" he yelled), and he didn't have enough time to mutate and hunt down his killer. Mitch had become the half-a-heart warrior however, and won the deathmatch with only half of a heart remaining.

Mitch had taken off his hoodie, and after locking his door so no one would walk in, he had let his wings out, and whenever things got exciting while they were recording, he would notice that his wings were flapping excitedly behind him, and it made a weird sound in his microphone when they whooshed by it (or occasionally, when he actually did hit it with his wings). Jerome had asked what the sound was, Mitch just said that his microphone was glitching out.

He flinched as he heard someone knocking on his door. "Mitch? It's Jason. Can I come in?" Mitch gulped and jumped from his chair, quickly wrapping his wings around his waist. He snatched the hoodie off of his bed and quickly slipped it on.

"One second!" He yelled back.

After he had gotten the hoodie on, he had opened the door with a forced poker-face. "Yes?" he asked, registering the skeptical look on Jason's face.

"Umm," Jason began, with a raised eyebrow. "Ty and I are going to KFC to pick up some food, what do you want?"

Mitch opened his mouth to say "Chicken, what else would I want?", but he had a sick feeling in his gut at the thought of eating chicken. "Just grab me some mac' and cheese..." he said, his voice trailing off.

"Wow, really?" Jason said, a look of true confusion on his face. "But you always get fried chicken when we go there, but okay man, whatever..." Then Jason walked back downstairs, yelling for Ty to start the car.

Mitch let out a sigh and went back in his room, face-planting on his bed. First, these wings screw up my recording, he thought frustratingly, and now, I don't want to eat chicken! I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about it for Petezahutt's sake!

Mitch sat up, putting his head in his hands. "What am I going to do???"

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Jason and Ty had come back with dinner a bit later, and everyone else had the same reaction to Mitch's reluctance to eat chicken, which made the Benja frustrated, well, more frustrated than before at least. He had gone back up in his room afterwards, and had played around in an extra survival map in Minecraft that he didn't record videos in, and found himself playing for quite a bit.

It had been around 8:00 when he had started playing, and when he finally logged off and looked in the corner of his computer screen and saw the time...

"What...? It's already one o' clock in the morning?!?!?!?" Mitch said surprisingly. "Dang, time really does fly when playing video games..."

He had locked his door again and had let out his wings, and for some reason, Mitch was a bit jumpy. He found that his eyes kept trailing over to his window, and to the clear night sky outside. It's really nice outside tonight... he thought to himself. Maybe I could... his looked at his white wings in the mirror before looking outside again. Everyone else is likely asleep, they probably wouldn't notice me out there.

Mitch made up his mind, and grabbed his hoodie off of his bed, but he didn't put it on, instead putting over his shoulder before carefully and quietly turning the doorknob and tiptoeing out into the hallway. He stopped at Quentin's door carefully listened for any noise coming from the room, and hearing silence, he continued down the hall, doing his best to ignore the annoying feeling of his wings brushing against the hallway walls. He continued to do this by every door in the hallway, and what felt like fifteen minutes later, Mitch finally made his way downstairs (one of his wings managed to tangle itself in the rail, who knows why...) and walked outside once he saw that no one was downstairs either. He opened the door out back and closed it, making sure that he made as little noise as possible.

He let out a sigh as he walked off of the back porch and at the edge of the pool, throwing his hoodie onto one of the nearby lawn chairs. Their backyard was decently large, with a pool taking up about half of it. Regardless of it being summer, it was still windy outside. Mitch let out a small shiver, realizing that he didn't change out of his torn up v-neck, or anything he was wearing earlier for that matter, and he felt the breeze on his almost completely exposed back.

His wings stretched wide, and Mitch had absolutely no idea how he would fly with them. Will they even support my weight? He thought. Well, only one way to find out I guess! He flapped his wings a bit, but he didn't lift off an inch form the ground. He huffed and flapped his wings harder, and let out a surprised gasp as he was lifted slowly off of the ground. I'm doing it! He thought happily. He gave the air a small fist pump, and was about to lower himself again when the wind picked up, and Mitch was lifted up into the sky as the wind went under his wings.

He yelped as he found himself flapping his wings repeatedly as the wind died down again, and being very high up in the air, he didn't want to go 'splat' on the concrete down below, but he was still falling despite his efforts. He panicked, and as a last effort, he spread his wings out all of the way, hoping they would act as a sort of hang-glider, and they did, and Mitch found himself gliding in the sky.

He sighed in relief as he glided peacefully in the sky and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind in his face. When he opened his eyes, he gasped and faltered a bit before regaining his posture, as he saw two birds fly by him, the two's wings flapping up and down in a sort of rhythm. Mitch smiled and tried to copy their motions, and found himself gaining altitude, which squished his worries about someone seeing him, and laughed as he spun a bit in the air. Eyeing the pool, he tucked his wings around his body and dive bombed toward it like a torpedo. A few feet above the pool surface, he shot his wings open again, and glided alongside the water, turning a bit son one of his wings was slightly dipping into the water as he flew.

You know what, this isn't so bad at all! He thought excitedly as he flew back above the house, trying not to lose sight of it. I have never done anything more fun in my life!

So for the first time since he had been given a second chance at life, he forgot about what his friends would think, about how he would hide his wings, and he just flew.