Wings

So I haven't written a story in forever??
Let's see where this goes.
And yes, the title is a wip. 
~Nikki
== Chapter 1: things that weigh a lot ==
Backpacks during finals week. Pianos. Houses. Five hundred sixty-seven lives. Numbers, numbers, I am assured. It's funny, how casually people can talk about death if they didn't know the person who died. If they didn't know the people that died. We hear figures and numbers all the time in school, but they're just numbers, right? Some eleven million people were killed under Hitler. About sixty million people were killed under Mao Zedong. Five hundred sixty-seven is nothing compared to those figures. Maybe that's why we learned about Hitler and Mao and the four World Wars. Because no matter how many little girls they kill, there was someone worse, is is the thinking.
It was a fluke that I succeeded. A rich little girl wished for wings and so five hundred sixty-seven girls lined up to be fitted with soft white wings that killed them. And one girl named Whisper lived. I don't know much about myself, except for the fact that my name is Whisper, that I am No. 0568, and that my parents sold me. I was only seven years old when I found out they were too deep in debt to keep me, so Angel Laboratories offered 2000 credits- enough to pay their debt and then some- for my life.
Or so I'm told.
I've gone to school. A school where there are no constant students. Apparently in some countries people are extremely reverent of the dead. Here when a student dies, another takes her place.
Class One is the oldest. Two, Three, and Four are successively newer classes. The newest kids get stuck in class four. If you live past the first four months of experimentation, you go to class Three. Six months later you get moved to Class Three. A year later, you are allowed to move up to Class One. Of course, only a handful of kids ever make it to Class Three. Four girls are in Class One.
Not that the classes really matter anymore. I suppose since my Success they'll disband the classes. Wendy Pence will receive her pair of wings, and I'll forever be the pet of Angel Laboratories. 
I found myself on the top floor of the Pence complex, a luminous tower whose brightly lit rooftop can be seen from miles around.