Hawks

I walk throw the halls of my house, my wings tucked neatly behind my back as I finish locking in my belt in the loop-like hoops on my black jeans, my black tank top hugging my toned torso nicely as I walk, and my black shoes tied lazily, but securely. I run a hand through my ash blonde hair as I let out a sigh, my eyes closed for a second. My hand falls from my hair and to my side before I open my eyes, where I find myself in a room with a large screen. I stop in my tracks.

"What the? Where the hell am I??"

I ask myself out loud before I see words appear on the screen. I read the words carefully.

(The words on the screen: 'You will rate photos that are shown to you. 1 being the best, 10 being the worst. When the photos don't show up anymore, you will go back to your world.')

The words vanish and a photo pops up on the screen. I look at the person on the screen before I know I'm going to have to say a number before a different one pops up.

"Um, eight."

The pic changes.

"1" being the best, "10" being the worst. Rating photos!