The world is split into two kinds of people, angels and devils. And both of them are forbidden to interact with one another.
Valerie just turned eighteen, and as an angel, she's tired of doing absoluetly nothing her whole life, except being a good g...
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I look up at my bedroom's ceiling, as I lie on my bed, and as I try to accept the fact that I have turned eighteen today.
I am not so happy about it, I mean, eighteen years gone just like that.
I sigh before getting out of bed and straight into the shower. I've gotten so used to this routine that I'm living to the point where it doesn't bother me anymore, to the point where my body is moving by itself, doing the actions I'm used to doing everyday.
If only it can do what my mind wants it to do.
This is what being an angel is, at least the way I'm discovering it to be. Being an angel is being banned from living. Its being trapped in this huge castle my entire life! Being an angel means that my whole life has been decided by my parents who are blind to what life actually is!
If only I were a dev-
*Knock knock knock*
"Come in!" I say. I already know its Mrs. Jane, routine.
And to no surprise at all, Mrs. Jane opens my bedroom door. Mrs. Jane has been helping us in the castle since the day I was born, if not before, and let me say, she's one of the sweetest souls I know.
"Good morning, Miss Valerie, breakfast is ready. And happy birthday!" she tells me as she places some towels on my bed, knowing that its time for my shower.
"Thank you Mrs. Jane, how kind of you." I say and smile at her. I wish I can tell her how I really feel about all this, but I know she'll go straight to my parents, but with pure intentions, I'm sure of it.
"Your parents are waiting for you downstairs for breakfast, I'll get your clothes ready while you bathe." she says and steps out of my room.
I go inside my bathroom and get unclothed. God, even my pajamas aren't of my choice.
I let the warm water run down my skin.
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