InsaneJournal

Um...hi. I'm not good with people. Figure I'll do explanation, then. Forwarned is forarmed. (which sounds weird as we all have forarms.)(is that the right saying?)

My name is Angela Mercy. So, I'm going to tell you all a bit about myself.

I never knew my mother or father. The nurses at the hospital named me Angela. Mercy was the first name of the woman who found me. I wasn't born with wings, though I did have soft, chick-feathers on my back.

Growing up in an orphanage sucked even when I didn't have my wings. But once I grew them, it got way worse. It was impossible to stay in class. Others would pull out my feathers and it hurt and bled. No one wanted to touch them, so I suffered.

I'm 18 now. I wear halter tops all the time because trying to get a regular shirt around a nearly seven foot wingspan would not be possible. I have white wings, and white feathers down my back and over my shoulders. I'm real noticeable.

Anyway, I'm not real educated, but I read a good deal. I was thinking...if there was a library I could work in...I think I'd be pretty much the happiest person ever. I'm kinda board and I'd like to help.

And...if anyone would like to help me get a little learning, I'd really appreciate it. I never went past 8th grade.