TITLE: THE CHOSEN
GENRE: Young Adult
The honour of your presence is highly requested this evening. 6:00PM.
Those were the only words in scrolling jet black calligraphy that crossed the formal white parchment of the invitation.
I rubbed my thumb across the ink and felt the fine linen texture of the paper between my fingers, then flipped the envelope back over and re-read the front. Miss Blakely G. Sullivan was printed in the same elaborate lettering - leaving no doubt this was for me and not my roommate, Amie.
I set the invitation and envelope down and turned towards the black garment bag that now hung from the door of my closet. It was one thing to see the white letter from the corner of my eye as it skirted across the floor from under my front door. But the fact it was followed by a quick knock - and when I opened the door and found only the black garment bag and not a soul in my hallway - well...
Head cocked sideways with my hands on my hips, I drummed my fingers as I stared at the long, black bag that looked as if it could contain a body - but weighed almost nothing - so I already knew that couldn't be true.
I slowly unzipped the bag - not at all expecting the mass of white feathers that spilled out around me.
Crap. It could've been the dead remains of a million geese, for all I knew.