Chapter 2

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I walked across the classroom and picked up the pen. Ugh! I hate human bodies, they're just so slow, but incredibly easy to enter.
The pen was black, the lid still off, and still fresh with the scent of her, easy to use to create a second version of Katie to go show her ex just what pain I had seen him inflict on her, all I have to do is then imprison the actual Katie for a day and let everything unfold beneath us. A lot of things could go very wrong.
I could also do a lot of other things with the pen:
⚫️ Track Katie and possess a human body to give her some friendly support.
⚫️ Create the things she wants to happen.
⚫️ Kidnap Katieand, using the scent, turn her into an angel like me.
I thought the option I had chosen was better.
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I woke up and groaned, I had missed the alarm for the third time in a row, dad was going to go mental.
I flung the duvet off and suddenly realised that it wasn't my duvet. It was white (not pink) and was very, very plain. I immediately froze, then slowly turned my head 90 degrees over my left shoulder. There was a boy of about my age, dressed in black jeans with a white top. He had black as the night hair and a tanned, angular face. Then I saw the wings, protruding from his back.

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