When me and Annabel get home I park the Volvo quietly in the parking lot. My parents are pretty well off, there both doctors I gues that's how you get to pay for a beautiful house like this one with windows in every corner so you could look at the beautiful beach of Florida but I gives off this mysterious feel to it 'it reminds me of the Cullen's house' I think smugly as I stomp my way to the front door with my best friend on my heels-I cautiously put the house key into the lock twisting it to the right it makes a click which makes it sound louder than it normally does 'stupid quiet house' I open the door and notice I didn't wake anybody, climbing up the staircase to my room I open my door and again makes a louder noise than it normally does "fuck" I hiss because I know that's got to have make up my father-I grab Annabel by the arm and drag her into my my room when we are safely in my room I hurriedly make my way into my walk in closet and grap two pairs of pajamas throwing one at Annabel who was to busy texting someone to have catches so it landed to her face blocking her sight 'who could she be texting at this hour and I'm pretty sure it's a school night' striping from my dress and heels I clumsily put on the pajamas but only manged putting the pants backwards 'oh, well' I jump into my fluffy bed with Annabel joining me e few seconds later. I roll over so I'm on my belly to hide my makeup covered face from view and because I always sleep like that sometimes with my hands in my pants PANTS not panties but only my mom,dad,and Annabel have seen me and made them swear on a bible not to tell anyone. I hear my room door open open and know its my dad from the pattern of his footsteps he stay there for a moments until I hear him mutter 'I'm getting old I keep hearing things' it takes everything I have not to giggle-it's not really funny but you know that long periods of silence that you just want to fill with laughter that makes no sense? Ya well that's just want to do, I can tell Annabel is having the same problem by the way the bed is shaking slitly-the door closes and hear my fathers footsteps lead to his and my mothers bedroom when I'm sure he can't hear us my room is filled with quiet giggles soon we stop and drift off into sleep
In the morning I'm surrounded by the smell of burnt toast and a faint smell of coffee. That's weird I conclude as I make way to my bathroom which is connected to my room. I do my business brush teeth,brush hair, wash face, put on mascara-when in done I wake up Annabel by a cold bucket of ice water, something I've always done since third grade when we started sleeping over each others houses, she wakes up gasping from shock-I will never get youse to her face when she does this surprise, conclusion, and then anger face I couldn't hold in my laugh I didn't stay put for Second I ran down stairs and made my way into my parents kitchen and hear them taking in hush whispers "her eighteenth birthday is coming an-" I interrupt my mother before she could finish"she wants lots of presents!" I tease jokingly. I look nothing like my parents while they are pale- despite living in Florida their whole lives,with blond hair and brown eyes, my mother Jennifer is crazy despite her age of thirty-seven she looks and acts as though she is twenty-one just like my father Christian but he's organized and calm, but he's a softy under his strict personality.my father ever since I was born called me angel- I've always loved the nickname.
No matter if I was sad, angry, or frustrated the nickname never failed to make me smile "good morning angel" I grin at my father as an reply "what's for breakfast?" I ask curiously even though I know the answer but this is a routine for us. I make my way to the dinner table, going on my tippy toes so I don't trip on the chairs legs as I finally find my way to my chair of the dinner table, I sit my butt down- I from of me was burnt toast and coffee that looked like mud I pick up the mug and inspect it like a science experiment it was thick, and I think their was a little bit of hair in it what the hell is this? In my whole almost eighteen years of my life my mom always made me pancakes with orange juice "mom what is this?" I turn to my mom and wait for a reply "honestly sweetheart I have no clue you father made that" that made sense my dad can't cook for crap. But I still find it weird that dad cooked instead of mom
"And sweetheart we have new neighbors so don't get out of school to late" my mom left without a kiss goodbye on my cheek like she always did. What is going on?
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Descendent Angel
Mistero / ThrillerMy darling girl. She was born to do great things. To free everyone, they took her-they had to, the others would kill her if they knew what she was.she will save everyone. She will save my race. I cannot intervenes she needs to learn on her own, at l...
