Don't Let Go

Dark Apparition

Third Person P.O.V
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It was now the first day of school. As Rose still slept in her bed Sandy burst into her room hopping on the bed. "Wake up Rose. Its time to get ready."

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. He was smiling really hard, and was excited about his first day at school. Already having his clothes on he kept egging her to get dressed. He held a glow to him making his sand colored skin brighter. She thought he was adorable.

She got up out of the warm bed not feeling groggy, or tired. But energetic. "Today is going to be a good day."

Rose's mother and father had already left for work. As they both walked outside a yellow jeep awaited them.

"Um who's car is this?"

"Mines of course." He hopped in the drivers seat through the window. Showing off his athleticism. "Come on Rose get in."

She opened the door and eased onto the leather seats with her floral dress on. It slightly burned the back of her thighs. "So how did you get this car?"

He held a long pause. "I have been around the Earth for a very long time. And for that reason all of my wealth and riches are saved at a special bank."

In her mind she thought "So Sandy is an old guy."

Sandy turned the car on. Rose immediately got scared. "Wait a minute! Do you remember how to drive?" He laughed at her and said "Of course I do. Its just been 17 years... I'm just a really fast driver." She held onto her seat belt.

After the 120 mph drive with Sandy, Rose was shaking. He kept laughing at her "I'm sorry its just how I drive." She rolled her eyes at him. While walking down the hall with Sandy everybody stared in their direction. Eyes filled with awe, and jealousy.

Sandy leaned in and whispered "We angels always have this impression on humans."

"But I've known some of these people since elementary school."

"Your aoura is different nothing more."

I had made it to my class. "Well Sandy I hope you find your class."

"This is my class. I figured history is just my style." He winked and went in the class. I followed him.

I sat down in my seat, and Sandy sat in the one to my right. The bell sounded, and the teacher came in. Mr. Grundy was a stocky, sweaty, and short man. Around his 40s. "OK class everybody take your seats. Welcome back to another school year juniors. Let's begin with the sylla---"

Some one came into the class. When Rose looked up from her notebook she saw a person who was in her repetitive dream, and was emotionally estranged. It was Luke Quince. Mr. Grundy said "Welcome to our class. Hopefully being late won't be a daily routine." He laughed and said "I can't promise."

As he made his way to the back of the classroom my classmates all stared at him in awe. He sat down at the seat to the left of her. Rose heard one girl whisper "Why did he have to sit by her?"

Mr. Grundy cleared his throat "OK class. Enough gawking at the boy he's only human." Luke laughed at the remark. And Mr. Grundy continued on. Rose had decided she wasn't going to say anything to him. He had ignored all of her calls, and messages.
Mr. Grundy went to the computer, and began calling role. She knew most of the names, and faces.

"Albert Alatross?"  
                   "Here!"
"Tiffany Adams?"
                    "Here."
"Gurtha Bailey?"
                     "Here."
"Sandsonite Camarion?"