I didn't know if I existed.

I passed through the halls like a ghost, no one taking notice to the girl without wings. I pushed past white feathers, grey feathers, speckled feathers, black feathers. My back was bare. No feathers tickling my neck, no wings weighing my body down.

Others' brushed against lockers and people flexed their wings into my face.

I wondered if I disappeared, if anyone would miss me, the girl without wings.