Deryn couldn't take it anymore! Her ma was driving her up a wall, and if one more thing ma said, she's out of the house. She sat in her room, wanting to desperately fly, but no! Her ma wouldn't even let her get on a barking plane, because she's so afraid of the plane burning up, just like Da's. Da, Every time when Deryn thinks of him, tears sprint towards her eyes, and nothing holds them back, "why did it have to happen to you, Da? Why?" She whispered. She laid down oh her flat bed, letting the tears spill; she needed to get away from this house! And she can't look back. The thoughts of the burning balloon filled her mind. No. She can't let this nightmare take over her again! Not now, not barking ever. Deryn sat up, wondering what to do, an idea popped in her head. She went into her closet and looked at the clothes she can wear. Should she go for the blue hoodie with the checker white, red and black short skirt, with leggings with her black boots or the blue hoodie with her skinny jeans and black boots?? She thought hard, ever since the law has changed for girls to wear skirts and barking dresses! She despised those barking stupid things; she sighed and went for the skinny jeans. She got out her old leather suitcase, it hasn't been used since their last trip to see Grandma Sharp, but that when she was still a young lassie with her long blonde-sandy hair. Now that she thinks of her hair, it was time to get rid of it! She can't stand it any longer, no more flipping her hair around, giggling at Scottish soldiers passing by, she had enough. She stuffed her other clothes in the leather suitcase, and snapped it shut. Her aunties were over to have tea with her ma, and Jaspert was in the British air service, that lucky sod! She tip-toed down the stairs and into the kitchen. She looked everywhere for the kitchen shears, on top of the refrigerator? Nope. In the cabinet? Ah-ah. She groaned where can they be? Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted them "there you are!" she muttered. She grabbed the shears, "what in blazes are you doing, Deryn?" A voice came. Deryn froze. Ma. Now what was her mother doing in the kitchen? "Uh… nothing!" Deryn squeaked. Ma was a pretty sneaky, and a barking clever-boots! "Deryn? What are you hiding?" He ma asked.
"I said nothing!"
"Don't talk to me like that young lady! Tell me what you are hiding! Right now!" ma yelled
Deryn knew what was next, the counting.
"Deryn… I'm going to count to three."
Deryn desperately need to get out of there, fast.
Deryn closed her eyes, waiting for her mom to say three
"2….!" Ma was getting angrier and angrier, bad idea.
"2 ˝…. Deryn!" then silence.
Deryn sprinted up to her room as fast as she could and, her ma was coming after her! She locked her door as fast as she can!
"Deryn Elizabeth Sharp! Open this door right now!"
Deryn was at the door, holding onto the brass knob, she needed to get out. The door was locked for sure, and grabbed her suitcase taking the shears with her. She tied her sheets together; one after one, making sure the knot was tight. She was used to heights, and can climb done a rock climb in just 15 seconds. Deryn turned around and looked at the door, her mother was still shouting on the top of her lungs, telling her to open the door. She can't stay here forever; she doesn't deserve to be locked up in a cage, like a beautiful blackbird, and starting to fade away.
She slid down the sheets feeling the soft cotton that she was going to miss. She hit the grass, feeling the dew hitting her boots. She looked up, her windows were open, but she would be long gone. Her plan, well is to Jaspert's. He has freedom with his girlfriend, Marie. Deryn opened the little gate, finally…. The blackbird was free.