I walked through the front doors of the new hell hole my parents had decided to send me to. The joys of a new school seem to be lost on me. Upon first glance you’d think it was a normal high school, however you’d be wrong. Once I was inside and the doors had swung shut behind me I unfurled my wings, stretching them. They felt cramped after being curled up beneath my clothes for so long. I rolled my shoulders and shook my head, tossing around my silky black hair. It fell straight to the bottom of my shoulder blades. As I walked through the busy school corridors I curled my wings beneath my clothes once more; most of us did as it made moving around so much easier. It made the school seem like a normal one. It was the little things that tipped off people in the know to what we are. All the students in every school I’ve ever been to are the same. Tall, slim, usually slightly paler than the average person but this isn’t a rule, flawless skin, silky hair and bright, deep eyes in colours that usually seem to vivid or intense to be real. Angles have been around since before humanity, and it’s thought we’ll be here after humans have died out. Personally that can’t happen soon enough, mortals are a giant pain I the ass. We have to sneak around and keep ourselves hidden. It sucks majorly, and often results in sore wings. We may be angels but don’t go looking for a perfect moral compass, or halos. We aren’t the stereotypical angel often found in religious texts of humans. We’re much more in-touch with our emotions, passions and our intelligences. We’re fairly human, just with wings, beauty, long lives and generally higher intelligence.
As I moved through the corridor to my first class, history, I tried to keep out of everyone’s way. I’m 17 and I’ve been to 12 schools. When you’re new, especially when you look like me, you learn to keep out of people’s way. I was dressed head to toe in black. My tight leather pants were ripped, my black t-shirt bore a KISS logo under my leather jacket with a black leather satchel slung over one shoulder. My black boots were knee high and had a small platform in them. My face was pale, even for us, and my deep blue eyes were ringed in lots of eyeliner. I was nibbling and using my tongue to play with my lip ring as I moved further into the school. I glanced down at the map I had gotten in some pack the school had sent me a few days before I started. My locker was on the second floor, so I glanced around looking for a set of stairs. As I did I stopped causing a group of preppy looking girls to bang into me.
“Get out of the way, freak!” the group’s obvious leader sneered at me.
“Sorry” I mumbled, before moving in the direction of the stairs I had just spotted. Knowing my luck I had just banged into the head cheerleader. We may be angels, but our high school stereotypes could be pulled straight from a movie. They were all pretty standard.
I managed to make it to my locker without any more incidences. I searched the bits of paper I had looking for the combination. Once I found it I managed to get the locker open. I proceeded to shove all my stuff in there, apart from what I needed for my first two lessons of history and math. Both were such boring subjects I was kinda hoping I could catch a nap during the lesson times, but we’d have to see. I pulled my timetable out and compared the room name of my history class to the map. Glancing around to get my bearings I raced off in what I hoped was the right way.
I managed to make it to class, but I was about 5 minutes late. Great. Just what I needed. Late to my first class on my first day. I pushed the door open and a strict looking teacher turned and glared at me.
“Um, hi, I’m Andy Biersack – the new student” All this got me was a raised eye brow from the teacher. My nerves were sky rocketing so I hid behind my long hair, not wanting to look at the class. After a few moments the teacher spoke, her voice was rough for an angel.
“Being new does not excuse tardiness Mr. Biersack. I advise you to have a decent read of the map you have. Please take a seat, and do not cause any more interruptions.” I nodded and took a seat next to a boy who was dressed in a similar way to me. His long black hair was more styled than mine, with short spikes at the back, his eyes were hazel and he had thin lips as opposed to my full ones. I found myself staring at him, he was smoking hot. He glanced at me, and his eyes twinkled with amusement.
“See something you like pretty boy? Take a photo, it’ll probably last longer.” His voice washed over me and it took me a minute to realise he was talking to me. I felt myself blushing, and I forced myself to face the front and try and listen to whatever the teacher was going on about. The first fall of the Angels I think. I knew the story well enough. We had been the dominant people of the Earth, when one of our own betrayed us. In one night almost our entire race died in this huge fire. We all knew the story and I’d heard it a thousand times. The well-known topic had me tuning out until I felt someone’s breath in my ear. The boy next to me was talking to me, using the fact the teacher was writing on the board as a way to get away with what he was doing.
“I’m Ashely, see you round kid.” As he spoke the bell that signified lesson change range startling me. I looked over at him to find him smirking at me as he got out of his seat, before he turned and walked away. I sat there and watched him walk out before a girl’s squeal pulled me out of my mind. I threw everything in my bag and rushed out to find my math class.