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I had my English exam last week, and the last section was to write a short story within ten minutes. We had a variety of titles to choose from, but I choose the title "the Traitor" ;D This is basically what I scrambed up in the time limit- this version is unedited <3

Thoughts please x3

The Traitor​

It was a clear spring day when I awoke early one Thursday morning. I bounced around my nest for a while, shaking the dew off of my feathers and watching them land like diamonds. Carefully, I rearranged my bedding, gingerly pulling leaves and feathers over my younger brothers and sisters. Quickly I ate breakfast, eager to begin the day. My bright eyes sparkled with the urge to spread my glossy wings and fly.
I was a magpie.
Taking off into the sky gracefully, I beat my wings and soared into the blue. Overhead the sun shone brightly, always my faithful companion when I took to the skies. She had been an eternal friend to the magpies, and now her rays warmed my wings as I flew even higher.
It was only an hour after dawn, and not a human stirred below. I saw them everyday, trundling along in their noisy metal boxes, blasting terrible music which could never compare to the beauty of birdsong. I flew lower now- I had found my prize. As a magpie I adored bright and sparkly things; no matter what it was, I longed to hoard it. Over his lifetime my father had collected a cornucopia of jewellery and precious items and I aspired to be like him, a treasure-hunter.
Now my keen eyesight aided me as I dived to the earth below, shooting through air currents. I had spotted a silver ring, it's surface glinting in the morning light, and essentially it was now my prey.
Then I heard the call of a fellow magpie, and halted to see who had disrupted me. It was a bird larger than me, his broad wings spread as he stood proudly in the grass. We had landed at the same time.
"Traitor." He hooted at me, and I was confused. I signalled that I wanted the ring, but he shook his head. I felt baffled.
"Traitor." He repeated, his beak twisted cruelly. I hopped nervously from claw to claw.
"Why? How?" I croaked, rustling my wings.
"Look at yourself. Where is your magpie's coat?"
I peered down at my feathers, confused. The ring was forgotten to me now. I twisted in the grass, searching for the imperfection the older magpie claimed I had.
"Traitor. You should be ashamed of yourself. Where are your white feathers?" His words rang in my head, and I hung my face in shame. I had been born with a glossy coat of black and nothing more.
"Why, you're nothing more than a crow," he hooted, and all of my pride vanished in that instant. I felt crushed.
Never again would I take to the skies as a proud magpie. No, I was a traitor to my kind.
Lonely, I flew home.