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Immediately, he produced a set of keys and jingled them in front of my face. “I guess not everyone can be as lucky as me. Let me tell you what, I can give you a ride home, you don't even know how long you're going to wait for that shitty bus.” Suspicion filled me as soon as the words left his soft lips. The whole situation was highly odd, and he even wanted to drive me home without even knowing my name. But not wanting to miss a close-quarters trip with this boy, I replied, “Oh, sure, that would be great, uhhh. . .” “Peter” He finished for me. “Oliver” I told him, returning my name for his. “Come on, I'll take you to my car.” I got up and followed him closely through the throngs of kids rushing to their buses. I saw my bus fly into the parking lot but purposely refrained from mentioning that fact to him. He led me to a small car and manually unlocked the door for me. Inside, we made small talk, well, he made small talk. I just responded to his polite questions as best as I could. He reverently cupped her soft, white cheek in the palm of his hand. Suddenly, she pulled back and picked something up off the ground, staring at it in amazement. ‘What is it?’ Falcon asked as he gently grabbed her wrist and held her palm up to his view. Resting easily inside her hands was something Falcon had never seen before. It almost looked like a wing, but it was too small to be from a butterfly, and too ornate to be from anything else. Falcon curiously picked it up out of her palm and held it in his hands. It was soft and thin, yet it had a certain toughness to it too, he didn’t feel as though it would break very easily at all. Daisy plucked the mysterious wing out of his and held it tightly in her fist, pressed to her heart. Falcon was more confused than ever, but he simply let his questions go. ‘Let’s go,’ he said as he helped her up and gently corralled her back in the direction which they came. By the time they had gotten back, there were already rowboats coming into.
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