𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦- 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

1. 𝓝𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓪

Oh my God, I'm late for the assembly! I'm so getting checked for this, especially since I'm not wearing the required attire: white blouse, stockings, grey skirt and black flats. Hopefully, I can sneak in without anyone noticing... though, that's highly unlikely. I stand out like a wildflower in a field of blonde roses... If roses were blonde, that is. I'm different, and not in a good way. One of my odd quirks involves my hair color. Every angel ever recorded in history has blonde hair, while I, on the other hand, fashion shiny black hair. Pretty awkward when your classmates range from ash blonde to honey, but hey, at least you can't miss me. Another one of my quirks, a pretty serious one too, is my origin. I don't have one. Nobody knows where I come from. I was found on the steps of the academy with nothing but a first name: Nadia. That's it. No last name and no way to tell who I am.

For an Angel, a last name is important. Its part of what you need to earn your wings. A last name gives you identification in the world of Guardians. It tells you who you are. So, since I have no last name, I don't know who I am and, getting my wings? Ha! It'll be hard, but I'm determined. Mr. Azazel Michael, Angelwood Academy 's Headmaster and the man who raised me, has offered me the title of his, but I refused it. I didn't want my earning of wings to be easy cause deep down, I felt this overwhelming urge to earn them the hard way. Kinda like I have something to prove. Also, by excepting his name title, I'd have to share the name of his son, Caden Michael.

Micheal has never liked me and he makes sure to take the time to let me know. We've never really gotten along, but, frankly, I think he was jealous his parent focused most of their time on trying to figure me out then paying attention to his pompous- self. He's nothing but a huge jackass who thinks he's special because he's Archangel Micheal's descendant. I feel bad cause, according to our history books and the bible itself, Archangel Micheal wasn't a jerk. Now the guy's got some flake as his descendant. Poor guy. What's even worse is that, because he's a direct descendant, he thinks he's be able to join the The Descended.

Mortals have the Avengers, but we have The Descended. Other than being direct descendants as well, they are the best of the best. Complete bad asses! They're a legendary group of guardians who teamed up about 100 or 200 years ago. Mr. Azazel even said that he had the pleasure of being their headmaster! Anybody, who's anybody, loves them, like a mortal loves their favorite band. Within every band, there's always that one lead singer who catches the hearts of every female, or male, and, in our case, that "lead singer" is none other than Vincent Gabriel. As previously stated, I'm different from my fellow guardians, which means I don't necessarily like the guy. Don't get me wrong, though, what he's accomplished at my age, I'm dedicated to out do. Once, I heard that he was ambushed by four soulless, while on a mission, and he alone took them down. Now I know what you're thinking. "Wow, he took down four monsters, good for him". Damn right good for him! Soulless are evil... and not in the Disney villain type evil. These things hunt Angels, which is why, against my better judgment, I'd say he's the best guardian ever!

Out of habit, I looked both ways before crossing the street and making my way towards the assembly hall. Nobody has cars here, it's not a Angel thing, but I spend my free time down in the mortal world, a place called Los Angeles, where cars are as common as air. God forbid somebody found out about my trips into the human world by myself. Guardians aren't allowed to go down there, unless they have their wings or are assigned a human to protect, but I go down anyways. If they knew about Starbucks, and their many deliciously overpriced drinks, then they'd want to go too, believe me! I'm a regular down there and pretty good friends with the manager of the place, an old man by the name of Ernesto Abranbar. He gives me discounts and stuff, so I guess I can say we're, what the mortals say, "pretty tight". Still not sure. When I become a guardian, I hope I get assigned to him. I could possibly make a request to the Big Man Himself, but I don't wanna get my hopes up. I still don't have my wings.