Is it from The Menagerie by Tui and Kari Sutherland?

Logan Wilde noticed the feathers as soon as he woke up. There were five of them scattered across his gray carpet like autumn leaves. Logan stared at them, rubbing his eyes as his third backup alarm went off.

     At first, he thought he was dreaming at he kicked the heavy blankets off before rolling out of bed and landing in a crouch on the floor. A shock of blonde hair fell into his eyes, and, annoyed, he brushed it away.

     He gently picked one of the feathers up, studying its deep golden barbs. There was only one place these feathers could have come from.

     Kennedy.

     Logan suddenly remembered the annoying alarm in the background. Sighing, he turned around and whacked it with a force field, sending it flying across his bedroom to smash to pieces on the floor.

     "You know your mother tells you not to do that," a soft voice called from the living room.

    "Ehh," Logan replied, hurriedly changing into jeans and T-shirt before heading out of his messy room.

    She was waiting for him in the window seat, as usual. In fact, everything was the same--her deep brown skin, her dark eyes, her black hair with the four golden streaks, the four golden wings on her back... Except one thing. There was something in her eyes that made him stop for just a moment.

     "Is something wrong?" he asked.

     "You look different," she replied, the look vanishing before he could press any farther. "Anyway...this isn't a social visit."

     "Man, I wanted to say that line!" Logan complained.

     "Some things never change," Kennedy smiled, before continuing. "As you know, your brother and sister are often off on missions with the Shadow Elite."

     "Stop reminding me," Logan snapped. "Though technically, I should be with them. I'm fourteen and just as powerful as they are, if not more so!"

     "I know," Kennedy agreed mildly, "but you don't use them like you should. For example, the alarm clock this morning. That's not what force fields are for."

     "Who says so?" Logan wanted to know.

     "Oh shut up," Kennedy smiled broadly. "Look, the point is, you need experience, and you need to learn to use your powers right. But because you're so stubborn, no one wants to teach you anything. So..."

     There was silence for a moment, as Chris walked in. But, he was so intent on getting the results of today's mission off to Brian that he didn't notice the two teenagers.

     "I'm taking you with me," Kennedy finished up. She studied Logan's face to see how he would react.

     "I don't know..." he said doubtfully. "Do Chris and Abigail know? Does Brandon?"

     "Your siblings don't know, but I would assume Brandon does. It's hard to get stuff past him," Kennedy admitted, "even for me. So?"

     "Well, if they don't know...I'm in!"

     "Good. We leave tomorrow." She smirked. "Don't forget to set all three alarms--I'm not coming in and waking you up."

     Logan only smiled. He knew he was going to sleep through all three. And he also knew she'd wake him up.

     Some things just didn't change.

I noticed the feathers as soon as I woke up. There were five of them scattered across my gray carpet like autumn leaves. I stared at them, rubbing my eyes as my third backup alarm went off. 

    "Really?" I asked myself. I rolled out of bed (literally) and hit the stop button on the alarm clock. 

    "You know you're not suppose to do that," A voice in my head said. 

    "Quit doing that," I thought back as I pulled the bed-cover over the bed. I pulled a tee-shirt over my head and jumped into a pair of jeans before she could respond. 

   "PL7 needs you. There was an emergency and PL7 got the case," Nova said in my head. PL7 is an elite force of teenagers with special telepathic powers. Like Nova communicating with me through brain waves and me being able to answer back. Each one of us has an unique ability unknown to anyone but the government, us, and our parents. 

   "Now?"  I asked. I scooped the feathers up. 

    "Drop the feathers," Nova warned. I dropped them on impulse. 

    "Why?" I asked. I stooped to pick them up again but she stopped me. 

    "I scanned them and they are hearing devices. They will blow up within 50 seconds of contact," She said. I stood up and let the feathers stay where they were. 

 "Can they hear telepathy?" I asked. I eyed the feathers and walked out of the room. 

 "No they can't," She answered.

     I nodded telepathically. 

I headed for the door and stopped when Alexa@ (Futuristic version of the Amazon one.) handed me my pack. 

     "Thanks," I headed out the door and waited for the PL7 chopper. 

      "Time flies," I thought in my mind. 

      "When you're havin' fun," Nova answered back in my head. I smiled as I climb the ladder up to the chopper.