GENRE: YA Fantasy
I was sixteen, and this was my first summer to change.
At sunset the marrow in my bones would disintegrate, hollowing out, making my body light enough for flight. My blood pounded in my ears, and I felt like my lungs had been lassoed with chains.
I looked up at the skylight in the ceiling, the panes of glass more than twenty feet wide. It had been built years ago to allow us to fly out of the house without injury. The sapphire sky glowed above me, but its beauty was lost in the pain that awaited me, that awaited all of us. I rubbed at my temples, my head already starting to ache.
It was the first day of summer. Nelson would be the first of us to change because he was the oldest. I was the youngest, so I would be the last.
I pushed the coffee table against the wall, and shoved the couch back. The shag rug wasn’t soft enough. Nelson was almost forty, making the change more dangerous since his human body had transitioned so many times. His arms and legs needed more padding to prevent bruises and breaks. I layered thick quilts on top of the rug. The pillow I always used to cushion his head wasn’t on the couch. I searched the room for it, panic racing through me. He had to have the pillow. His head needed that pillow.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs made me turn my head.