Beauty and the Genetically Mutated Beast

I love Disney movies!

My favourite princess is Beauty from Beauty and the Beast. I mean, come on, it's pretty awesome. (And not about mermaids and unicorns.)
But we aren't here to talk about Disney movies!
We're here today to talk about my version. BWAHAHAHA!
I have spent a good portion of the day eating bowls of cereal and snacking on chocolate while writing only about 5 000 words. *Sigh* Sometimes writers have slow days, right?
Oh, and to top it all off, my darn shift key is a little on the stiff side, to I have to train my little finger to press harder. Oh, the workout I have!
I'm just kidding. The real workout I've had was a two-day-in-a-row soccer tournament. I was two hours away from home, from 5 in the morning to 7 at night, playing soccer and competing for first place. We were in seventh, and after four well-played games we came in fourth of the whole league. How was that? We were pumped up with Timbits and those little macaroon chocolates, plus a whole bin  full of cookies! Ah, life is good. And full of sugar!
And so now I'm here, my legs sore from two hours of dancing and horseback riding on Friday, two full days of playing soccer all weekend. Plus, I'm trying out for the Academy Soccer Team on Wednesday, which is a hardcore soccer training program. And I'll be the youngest girl there. Because, you know, there's only two girls including me. The rest are older boys. *Shivers* Sometimes life is brutal. And I'm not even a good soccer player! Well, I'm a decent one. I play defense. I was a midfield, but now I'm a defense. And I'm never subbed off, so my only break is halftime. But I'm glad, because I'm going to push myself to the limit this year. Yes, I will be strong. I will CONQUER!
Wish me luck, because honestly, I'm nervous for tryouts!
Anyways, here's a sport-related section from my story to relate to the mood!
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“It’s okay, but still . . .” I trailed off, looking over that horrible, high ledge. This day could be a lot better and not include jumping off cliffs.

   “You know,” Dylan said, and I looked over to him. He was holding his hand out and grinning shyly. “I could help you.”

   Normally, I’d think first, but right now I was just about to fly off a freaking cliff with wings. I took his hand before you could say ‘fly’.

   Dylan’s smile became bigger when I grabbed his hand, and he gave me a brief nod. “First, you have to spread out your wings.”

   Right. I stretched out my speckled wings as Dylan did with his shadowy black ones. Dylan counted to three, and then, as I forced back my screams of regret, jumped off of the cliff with me.

   The day played out like this:

• Dylan and I jumping off of the cliff together eighteen times as Daniel practiced his speed flying.

• Me trying to jump off myself on the tenth jump but failing, and almost splattering against a very large fallen tree.

• Daniel almost crashing into Dylan on the fourteenth time, resulting in a three-second wrestling match in mid air before Daniel fell fifty feet before catching the wind again.

• Me jumping off on the nineteenth and twentieth try by myself and successfully flying (without screaming and plummeting to my death.)

• The day finally catching up to us, and Dylan admitting that it was time to leave.

A chilly breeze blew through my hair, and I looked over the horizon. The day had eventually eaten away at my fear of heights.

   “I can’t believe it,” Daniel said quietly, looking at the debris in the distance. “We actually escaped. Three kids escaped a huge, multi-million dollar military base.” He grinned and nodded into the wind. “I’m impressed with our work.”

   Dylan coughed, then cleared his throat. “I’ll say we did pretty well,” He said. “But we’ve still got a long ways to go.”

   I nodded, letting out a breath. I couldn’t believe we were actually escaping. Leaving. The thought had been a fantasy in my head until now. I was so excited to leave this place in our dust, to finally move on. I didn’t know what I’d do, but anywhere was better than here.

   Dylan stretched out his wings, his feathers shaking in the strong wind. Daniel followed, and then I did. My wings were smaller and stood out more, and that was a little embarrassing.

   “Ready?” Dylan asked. Daniel smiled and nodded. “As ever.”

   This was it. Whatever lay ahead of us now made me excited, but scared. Maybe my life wasn’t fair, maybe it wasn’t perfect or wasn’t great, but it was what it was, and I was ready to live it. My stomach fluttered as if butterflies were stuck inside, and I liked it like that. Now, after thinking my life couldn’t get any better, thinking my life would be horrible forever, I challenged that. My life might be horrible, might be terror-filled and, judging by what happened to all of the guards who had tried to stop us from escaping three days ago, gory, but at least it was a life that would be like no other. I could look at it two ways, either horrible or beautiful, yet my mind placed it somewhere in the middle.

   “Ready.” I said contently.

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Okay, so maybe flying with wings isn't considered a sport. And it also relates to the title a little bit, too. I mean, come on, who's in for a little mutant-kid love here? Dylan, the one of two awesome main male characters is a little shy with Celeste here. Awe. So cute. He even helped her jump off a cliff! Gotta love romance.

I'm kidding - romance hasn't bloomed yet. I'm thinking second book that they start to feel close to each other. Then the third book, they'll be a real couple. But for now, Celeste has just learned that Dylan was a murderer. But she has yet to find out that he was a psychotic serial killer! Duh duh duh!

Yes, it sounds different. It will be explained later on, when I actually write it! Have patience, young grasshopper.