Sparrow Truman March 29th, 20XX

In my hands was a backpack made out of an odd but fascinating material and in front of me was its owner. A remarkably handsome man in his late teens to early twenties with bright golden hair that seemed more like thinly shredded metal than actual hair and sparkling green eyes that looked like intricately carved emeralds.

He tensed as he realized I’d noticed him and forced an awkward smile under his nauseous expression.

“ You’ll have to pardon my intrusion. ”

“You’ll have to tell me who you are first.”

Oddly enough he visibly relaxed at my tone which was defensive and cautious, as if he preferred it that way. He straightened his posture into one of confidence and fixed his expression to one of satisfaction.

“ I don’t mind telling you who I am but can you return my bag first?”

As he spoke he stepped forwards and revealed the giant and entrancing green, blue and golden wings on his back. As he walked towards me they bobbed up and down with each step in a way that made them seem so life like that I almost found myself accepting that they were real.

The stranger took advantage of my surprise and grabbed the bag out of my hands with more force than I could resist against. He then gave a gracious bow as he stood at the doorway of the room and I was left even more confused as to how he had gotten from in front of me to the other side of the room where he now was.

“ It appears I’m indebted to you miss…..”

He waited for me fill in the blank, which took me more than a second to do due to the extreme dream like sensation I was experiencing right then.

“ Sparrow. Sparrow Truman.”

He gave a blinding smile and bowed once again then left the house with an elegant grace in his steps. It took a moment to realize that I hadn't gotten his name and another to realize how odd what had just happened was.

The door remained open and the water that dripped off his palms was still on the floor yet it still seems surreal. I finished cleaning up the house as I’d been doing before and started to sketch the winged man as he appeared in my memory.

The finished product was odd; having such an impossible and incredible being in the doorway of such a mundane apartment. In a flash of inspiration I grabbed one of the scenery paintings a friend had gifted me and began to draw him in, exactly as he had been.

The opening and closing of the front door marked the arrival of my older brother and pulled me away from my work.

“ Im home!”

His loud voice echoed across the apartment and his footsteps thumped all the way to his room at the other side of where I was.

“ Did you eat out or are you hungry?!”

The silence was my answer. I went to check into his room and realized he had fallen asleep, fully clothed in his suit.

I packed away the dinner I had snatched from a friend's house on his behalf and got back to work on my painting, not looking anywhere else until my phone rang out a text notification from a friend. She used Squire, a social media and messaging platform that had shot to popularity a while back. I personally preferred texting but it was popular with the kids in my school.

ML: Have you heard? Finn Hall is officially being ostracized. We’re under orders to ignore him.

My first reaction was disbelief and the second was confusion. I couldn't believe he could have done anything worth being ignored school-wide.

While we definitely didn't qualify as friends, he visited my house often enough that we were familiar. As well, him being unofficially (and somewhat unwillingly) adopted as Will’s little brother meant he was mine as well.. in a way..probably. I quickly wiped down my hands and texted a reply.

ST: Under whose orders?

ML: Alice Marvin. you know the chick he got into a big fight with in the cafeteria?

ML:...... Are we doing it? We await your decision.

I scowled at that.

For some reason my division at school, the design and fashion side had decided to make me the representative. Which meant a lot of people sucked up to me to get me to give them funding for projects and showcases.

While having minions wasn't bad it really made making friends difficult. But now that i actually thought about it I had somehow become powerful enough to take on even Alice on minor things.

ST: Just act like usual. it's not like any of us talks to him any ways. Tell them to do what they want and i’ll back them up...within reason of course.

ML : Understood.

The only one I could really deal with was Melissa because she was similar to my right hand man. At least I knew she wouldn't throw me away if my influence disappeared. As well as the quadruplets, Rin, Yuko, Airi and Mori, for the same reason...they were just...very enthusiastic.

I could have ordered them to do the opposite and go out of their way to greet Finn but I was sure he would have hated that.

It was probably better to just leave him alone as he liked to be. If such a quiet and borderline gloomy guy had made such a big scene then I was sure Alice or who ever was totally to blame.