Tourniquet

So if you must know, apparently I'm considered a "Nobody".
A nobody...
Yup, I'm worth nothing, zip, zero.
Why?
Oh I don't know honestly anymore...
Why the hell would God create me if no one loves me?
*Sigh*
Well whatever, obviously he can't answer that. It's not like I can dial G-O-D and have a conversation on the phone with him.
Anyways I'm Sky Price.
Nice name, huh?
I don't really like it, it's a little too random for me.
But, I guess people like it, or so they say.
Yeah, they do!
I'm not lying!
Okay get this; this little chubby fat old woman in her forties walks up to me and says, "Oh Sky, that's such a different name... Oh but it's beautiful! "
I met her at one of my mom's get-together like parties.
Yuck...
Anyways...
All that was going through my head was, "Yeah, enough with the BS lady. It's about as beautiful as what I look like when I wake up every morning."
So besides that little story...
As you might already know, my name is Sky and I am your typical 16 year old girl.
Let's see... a few things you should know about me...
Oh! I got one!
One: I have light brown hair and green eyes.
Two: I am as pale as a freaking ghost.
Three: I love anything black! Clothing wise.
Four: I'm short and slender.
Five: I'm nice, just don't piss me off.
As you know, I love black clothing, and that does not mean I'm goth, or emo, or one of those scene kids.
SO DON'T SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT OR I WILL BE SOOOO MAD.
Honestly though, I'm really not any of those things. I may dress differently, but that doesn't make my style have a unique classification.
Sighing, I jumped off our roof and snapped my wings out, and let the wind take me wherever it pleased.
What?
Okay sure, maybe the wings can classify me as different...
Why didn't I tell you that before?
Well... I didn't think it was all that important...
Fine...
I have wings.