I look into a mirror, the edge's of paint were peeling and the top was a little cracked. I take a shaky breathe and life my chin up a bit. I stare at my refextion taking in my strawberry red hair. Today it was down and long as ever, straight as paper. My nose was just the right size, small but not too small, with a small brigde. My lips were full but thin and delicate. I studied myself carefully, thinking about how I could have even gotten myself into this mess. My wings were still pitch black, looking suprier and leading. My stormy grey eyes seemed to challenge anyone who dared cross my path. I quickly looked away, and took another deep breathe. I strap on my chest plate, and sholder pads, prepared to die. I gear up with the rest of my iron armor with black leather and take one quick look at myself. I wanted to know how I looked the day I died. I wanted to take one last glance at myself, my last glance. I turn away and slowly twist the doornob and walk onto battle feild looking confident, although it was all an act. I was going to die today.
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Face Claim~ Ariana Grande
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RandomSequal to Wings. What will Ashley, Skylar, and Alex do? The Mystery Man's Army is about to attack, with the help of Chris and Syrena.
