Cupid's Bow Breaks

Cupid says: Dear mortals, I'm dying to hear what you think of me. Please comment and vote. Incidentally, the version with all the special effects is up on tumblr.

Chapter 1....The begining of my end

I lazed outside the classroom window, enjoying the rays of the afternoon sun. An occasional flap of my wings kept me aloft near the second floor classroom. My quiver was slung across my back along with my bow. I know it sounds outdated and old fashioned but it was better than bullets. Believe me I’ve tried. You may be wondering why I was at a school. I’m not a student or a teacher. The windows of this school were large glass ones in which I could easily see my reflection as I was now doing. My hair was okay; I tousled it a bit more to make it perfect. There, now I looked irresistible.  Seriously, it irritates me when people think of me as a cute, chubby, bald baby. Babies can’t even talk, let alone shoot. Anyway, wings that small would never be able to hold up such a fat baby. For those ignorant mortals (you guys are seriously puny, is it some kind of new diet?) who can't figure out who I am yet , I'm Cupid, a love God (yes, we do exist), at your service. (DISCLAIMER:  This does not mean I will answer your prayers or fix your love life).

   My eyes fell on a young girl sitting by the window. She was kind of cute, but she should have asked my mother, Venus, for some serious fashion advice. She had high cheekbones and eyes that twinkled mischievously though she looked bored out of her wits. Her nose was sharp and her face was tanned. I don’t think she had used any make up at all. She was nothing compared to Helen of Troy but she was one of the better ones in this age. Too bad she wasn’t old enough for marriage. But I could still have some fun. I notched one of my golden arrows into my bow and aimed straight for her heart. I heard a loud ‘POOF!’ behind me. I ignored it. There was no way I was going to mess up this shot. Whoever it was could wait. Suddenly a loud, squeaky voice from somewhere behind me said, “Hiya, boss!”

 It scared me nearly out of my low rise jeans. I dropped the arrow and winced as it narrowly missed a teacher but scratched one of the boys. I let it deal with itself. I slowly turned towards the irritating trainee underling. I don’t know why I got myself a minion. I mean, what with overpopulation and all, it is really hard for me to be everywhere. Just look at the number of divorces, break ups etc.

 “Hey!” I whipped around. The girl was standing at the window with her hands on her hips and an angry expression on her face. She looked so cute when she was angry. “Are you bullying that…,”she tried to think of a suitable term. Oh great, now even mortals could tell me off. The world is going to the dogs, I tell you. The dirty pink minion peeked out from behind me. It had two small horns, wide set eyes and a snub nose. ”Oh yes, miss! He always does so,” it said in a hurt voice putting on a pleading face. I looked at it in disgust. “Does he?” she asked not taking her eyes off me.

By then the teacher had swept into the classroom. The girl quickly scrawled a note on a scrap of paper and tossed it out of the window. I caught it as it floated past my ear. It read:

 .....(go) t mark

   I frowned, trying to figure out the message. What kind of wierd cryptic language was this? “Uh, boss,” said the minion.” The other side.”

“I knew that”, I snapped and turned it around. On it were the words:

MEET ME ON ROOF. 2.p.m.