They called me "Angel." A freak born as the result of death.

I don't exactly know why. They said so many people jumped off bridges that they predicted there would be hundreds, maybe even thousands, more children born with wings. But I was the only one.

I was home schooled. Well, hospital raised. The nurses read to me and gave me problems to do while I lay on my stomach so the doctors could pick my feathers and ask me to "curl them in, push them out."

I guess it worked out in the end. They let me out of the hospital after basically giving up on my case. I learned to hide my wings under my shirt at the grocery stores. People didn't even stare.

My parents figured that I should go to high school. After all, maybe someday I could become rich and famous for my wings if I didn't meet any other college requirements.

So Canterlot High was the only option, basically. I could have gone to Crystal Prep but my parents didn't have too much money.