Centimeter by centimeter, Y/n would adjust her eyelids up as her slumber would come to an end. By the amount of sunlight pouring through the wooden blinds on her windows, it was evident that it was a sunny morning. The girl eventually stood from the cozy mattress, a loud 'yawn' escaping through her parted lips. Her left hand reached towards the brass knob of the wooden drawers positioned near her bed, tugging back on it to reveal a pile of folded clothing. Y/n clenched onto a pair of navy-blue jean shorts that reached down to the beginning of her knees, and a light pink v-shaped blouse.

-Small Timeskip-

After a long yet refreshing shower, Y/n slipped on her undergarments and the outfit chosen for the day over her feminine physique. Her feet carried her towards the bijou kitchen positioned on the edge of her cottage. Y/n gently jerked onto the handle of the refrigerator; oh great, the gallon of milk was completely empty. A sigh of vexation was all that could be heard from the girl whilst she flinged the metal door closed.

Y/n strided furiously towards the entrance of the cottage, using enough force on her shoulder to budge open the wooden door. The hatchlings roamed the stoney pathways of the village, clearly playing an unknown game. Parents conversed on and on about their lives and other events that would perhaps interest their companion beside them. The other birds simply went along with their casual lives; nothing out of the ordinary.

After purchasing a brand new gallon of milk, Y/n would rapidly exit the store to avoid making contact with another bird. Though, something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. A red bird stormed down the stone paths of the village, visibly agitated for an unknown reason. It took her but a moment to recognize that bird; it was Red. Since he was young, the others would tease him for a variety of reasons: presuming that Mighty Eagle was real, for not having any parents nor friends, and for having large eyebrows. Y/n recalled him being in her Kindergarten class, but she was frightened to say anything in his defense.

As Y/n commenced to approach the bird, a wing enveloped around her wrist which prevented her from going any further. Her head was rotated towards the right a few inches, only to see a familiar bird of which had been a friend in her childhood; Stella. "Morning Y/n! It's great to see you're out of that cottage. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Her bubbly tone abruptly irritated Y/n greatly. "Make it quick." The girl would respond to the bird keeping her in place, seeing Red move farther out of her view. "Well you almost ran into Red." Stella gently uncurled the smooth wing from the human's wrist. "I know. So what?" Y/n raised a brow at her statement, unsure as to what she was trying to say exactly. "Well, you need to be careful around him. Red is not nice at all. He's never had friends, or a family. You could say that he doesn't know how to properly interact with other birds." Stella would explain her reasoning towards Y/n in an attempt to prevent her from conversating with the red bird. "Well maybe if you weren't held back on the stupid activities you do, you could at least tried to know him. You can't judge any bird unless you've met them. It's obvious that you haven't even tried to comprehend the things he's gone through!" Her voice boomed through the air as she yelled in defense for Red. "Calm down Y/n, we're in public." Stella felt dozens of pairs of eyes shift in their direction. "I don't care it we're in public, and I don't care about you." Those harsh words bolted out from not only Y/n's mouth, but also her heart. "How could you say that? I was only trying to help you avoid a big mistake!" Stella also begun to yell back at the human, clearly hurt as to what she said just mere seconds ago. That was the final straw. Y/n would snatch Stella from her left wing and shove her onto the rough terrain below. "Miss L/n!" A familiar voice pierced the air all around. Judge Peckinpah trudged in the direction of the scene with a disapproving expression visible on his facial features. "You have proven to be a danger to us all. Nobody likes someone who frequently lose their temper. I have sent many birds to Anger Management Class, and it seems that the weeds keep spreading!! I have no choice but to send you there as well. Class starts tomorrow morning Miss L/n, do not be late!!". Y/n felt her jaw literally drop with those words said.