GENRE: YA Fantasy
I lean against the wall, trying to listen for movement over the light, whistle-y, breeze. My black hair is too short to pull back—why did I insist on cutting it?—so I hold my bangs out of my eyes with one hand and cup the other around my ear. There's more activity going on around the corner than I'd like. Of course there is, it's four o'clock. The daily harvest is being brought in.
Ten minutes earlier and I could have avoided it. I just had to take the scenic route. Although, to be honest, for someone who's worked in a nursery full of crying babies, anything outside the walls of the Hive could be considered scenic.
I lick my lips and peek around the corner, my heart behaving like it stepped in quicksand at the sight of all the ladies assembled in three orderly lines, waiting to check in their large loads. Why did I have to waste all that time looking for four leaf clovers? Maybe if I'd found one it would've helped.
Who am I kidding?
Well, there's no getting through the front gate, but there has to be at least one window open. I mean, it's a beautiful day, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who's dying to enjoy a little summer air. I twitch my long, translucent wings as I look up the length of the outer wall.
One more peek around the corner, and then I take off flying, careful to stay out of view of the windows.