If you think you see an angel in New York tonight, PLEASE don't call the cops.

Well. Sorry I didn't update you on the doctor's appointment or anything that happened yesterday.
I was, er... busy.
And when I say busy, I mean flying in the night sky with beautiful angel wings, worry-free, not having to return to the place I once called 'home' again.
Well, here's the 411:
At the doctor's appointment, after my normal check-up, we showed him the marks with the feathers. So I got an x-ray, and, well... apparently, there were wings tucked inside my body that apparently were retractable if I wanted them out to use.
I'm going to assume that's not normal.
After explaining what they were, the doctor looked up at my mom.
"Mrs. Ratana... did you, well, d-d-did you know about your daughters... w... w... wings...?" The doctor sputtered. He was pretty shocked. "And.. a-a-are there any other s-special abilities that your d-daughted owns...?"
My adoption-mom was really quiet for a few minutes, staring at her feet. And then she looked up at the doctor.
"Yes. I knew about the wings. And this girl has magical powers." She said, real serious. I heard myself gasp. "Arella, show him your powers."
I looked up at adoption-mom. How the heck did she know I had powers?
"Uh... okay..." I whispered. I closed my eyes, and heard the doctor yell. When I opened my eyes, he was floating in mid-air, just as I meant him to. I gazed up at adoption-mom and the doctor fell onto the floor. "How did you know?"
"The people at the adoption center knew. They had seen you use magic when you were a baby. And your wings would occasionally pop out, too. I decided not to tell you, because I didn't want you to be... scared." She said, her voice almost a whisper.
I was mad now. How could she not tell me?
"I wouldn't be scared!! I've known about my powers for MONTHS now! MONTHS!!!" I screamed, totally outraged.
"And Arella..." Adoption-mom whispered.
"WHAT?!?" I cried, flinging my hands up.
"I know who your parents are... they died from a war. On the world you were born on... it's called Celestina. It's the moon of some magical planet. Your parents had left a note with you before they abandened you, they sent you here for your own protection." She whispered.
"WHAT?!? YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME!! YOU CALL YOURSELF A MOTHER?!?" I screamed, tears streeming down my cheeks. Adoption-mom started crying.
"I wanted you to live a normal life! With no danger! No worries..." She sobbed.
And that was it. I closed my eyes and focused on the wings popping out. And they did. They were snow-white, with some light-light pink feathers dotted here and there. I focused on flapping, and I did. I opened the window and flew out. I went back to my adoption-parents house and snatched my dad's laptop- he has a special satellite one. It was too much to hear all of this info. My parents were dead, my adoption-parents always knew and never told me, they hid the most important secrets of my past. They were terrible, cruel people. I couldn't stand being near them ever again.
So I flew off.
I'm now in some park, pretty far away from where my adoption-parents lived. I'm up on a tree. This laptop is pretty good. I think I'm in northern New York, I was in southern NY before.
So, if you see an angel flying up in the sky tonight, it's either me or the Flock from another blog I'm reading, by two girls named Serallina and Rose. Don't call the cops on us because we're runaways.
We're just looking for a purpose in life. Trying to find out who we are, to know why we are here now.
- Arella