I'm back

Okay, guys, remember, all of this is from a couple of million years ago, so I'm no kid anymore. I resemble a young twenty year old with my wings tucked in, so when I fly I'm an angel. An angel with a broken wing.
So, keep in mind that this is from a couple of million years ago and I have to remember what heppened.
Angie won't stop calling me Fall. Dove does, but thats because she cant say Fal very well. Wynd accidentially called me Fall, and he got really upset. But it's okay. Really. IT just makes a hammer slamm into my heart, making my wing hurt really horribly, makes me so freakign mad at Angie.
More on that later.
Anyway, I'm telling you about the day I came to the prision, when I was still able to fly wihtout a broken wing.

I was six years old. I had been on the huge ship surrounded by four other figures at the starboard (right) side of the boat. I had looked up, saw my future innmates surrounded by guards. I had run forward as I saw Wynd, as his hair nearly blinded me caus of the way the sun glinted off it. I had snapped my wings open, and soared. I had not been alowed to fly since I got on the boat. It had been horrible.
The kids on the island were watching me closely, watchign how I flew. Angie, Hawk and Wynd were their names. (say WIND like the wind outside, not wind like a yo-yo string. Some ding dong at school didn't understand that concept, people.)
Oh, wait... oh crap. I hear sirens. Wynd did you pay for this laptop?
No, he didn't.
Well. This is just ducky.
More later, guys!