1- Pige A paper from my desk fell off and fluttered to the floor, making the tiniest sound in the silent classroom. I sighed and slid out of my desk to pick up the fallen paper. My boots made a small clinking sound against the tile, and I flushed red. I smoothed the piece of paper on my desk, and sat back down. I unzipped my pencil case and took out a pencil. I twirled it absentmindedly around my fingers, glancing around the classroom. I didn't know most of their names. I knew not to learn them, as I'd soon be gone, off to a different foster home. I never stayed in one house for very long. I glanced down at my paper and wrote the K in Kai's name. Kai is my best friend. She lives half way across the world in the Philippines. We're writing a story together. I walk to the house, kicking a small smooth rock across the sidewalk. It rolls and falls into the grass. I continue walking, then turn back. I pluck the rock from the grass and throw it ahead of myself. It flies through the air and falls a couple feet away. I run to pick it up and run up to the house. I walk up the steps and push the door open. It's unlocked. I step inside. I hear footsteps above. I slide off my boots and gingerly pick them up. I set them down in the carpeted room and fall down onto the soft tan sheets. The family devoted a room to their fosters. The room has white walls, a beige blanked bed, a window seat with white and beige pillows, bookshelves, a beige rug, and a closet. The door creaked open and the son, Micheal poked his head into the room, his twin sister in tow. The two stepped into the room. Micheal wrinkled his nose to say something, but Mailey cut him off. "Mom says that dinner's ready!" Mailey chirped in her high pitched rabbit-like voice. I glanced up at the white ceiling, watching the fan go around, and around, and around, and pushed myself up onto my palms. I slipped off of the beige bed and followed the siblings out of the room. Micheal raced down the stairs ahead of Mailey, who slipped onto the banister and rode her way down onto the bottom floor faster than Micheal could run. I sat down at the table as Mailey chattered away, filling her parents in about their day. Mailey was telling them all about their day. I didn't know that so much could happen in one day. Though, at that point, I guess I should have known that by now. I stepped out of the bathroom connected to the beige room and knelt down next to my BB gun. I ran my hand over the initials engraved in the side. My parents wanted me to have it when they died. It was in their will. Their will. That phrase has always seemed ironic to me. I laid down on the beige blankets and closed my eyes, falling into a flying-like dream.
(Everything below is Pige's letter to Kai. As Pige said, they're writing a story together, so that's what their letters consist of) From PIGEON GANNET, CAMDEN, MAINE to KAIANDER MENDOZA, PHILIPPINES Pigeon slipped her hand through her red jacket. The bird grabbed her bag from the wall and slipped it on. She ran down the stairs and out onto the street. In this world, there are two nations separated by an ocean. The second nation has always been valued as weak. After all, the Nation of the Living is prosperous. Though the Land of the Extinct is slowly growing larger. Pigeon is a Passenger Pigeon, an extinct bird breed that has been wiped out. The last shot down by a kids BB gun. She now works as a messenger in the Land of the Extinct. Pigeon glanced both ways, her eyes searching. She continued running. Whenever she got up to a house she would run up and drop their mail from her bag into their mail box. Pigeon continued like this, until she heard a bong! Everyone in the streets turned to look up at the bell tower. The bell bonged three times, and everyone turned and left.
