Angelic

Archangel

"Layla!" My mother called. "Are you even listening to me?!"

"Yes, mother." I rolled my almost white, blue eyes. This was probably the twelfth time we had this conversation this week.

"What did I just say then?" A tone of annoyance, disbelief, and disappointment rolled off of her clean lips.

"Don't use your power for the bad. You're an angel of God, not of Lucifer." I mimicked my mother's high pitch voice. I hated when my mom said that. I'm not an angel of Lucifer. But God isn't much better. Only a few select archangels meet him. Most archangels only get to see Micheal, and regular angels don't get to see either! We just take orders from the ones who do see the big man and call it our job. But, frankly, I hate my job! All I ever get to do is check up on the good kids. The ones that aren't any fun because the big man made sure they got more brains and money than the other kids because they prayed.

"Do not use that tone of voice with me, Layla!" She shouted. So, maybe I used my powers to go back 10 years for a bit. So what? The Earth was a lot less polluted then. "You can't just go around time traveling through time whenever you feel like it! That's not your job! Your job is to check up on AngelicaWhitmanand make sure that none of the kids at her school are leading her to the wrong track. She is going to be a Lawyer. We can't have that getting messed up,darling. I can't have you become a fallen angel. I would never be able to see you again. And you'd never be allowed back up here. For all I know, Lucifer could call upon you and you could become a dark angel. Now do you really want that?"

"No,mother." I say. I wish I could have fun here and there. But no. Mom flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder, trying to seem cool. It got caught on her wing. Totally killed it.

"Now let's get you dressed. You have to go check on Angelica and then you have to come on the date with Raphael." She says. How fake does she get?

Angels are supposed to be pure. The good in the earth. The only things that have been perfected. But every now and then, we're not so perfect. The archangels are the perfection of perfect. No emotion. No... well... anything. Except power. The only thing they'd ever have is power. And that was their life. And they live forever, unless murdered. That goes for all angels, we're just easier to kill than archangels.

Mom was obsessed with becoming an archangel. She'd already tried to become friends with Gabriel. She found out mom had been using her, and told her that she was no angel in her eyes. That was probably the harshest thing you'll ever get from Gabriel. She had no emotion. But, hey, none of them did. Every now and then, they broke. Which God says is okay.

Mom is trying to date Raphael because it's said that if an archangel falls in love, they can make that person into an archangel. She didn't like him much, but anything to get a higher rank, even if it means risking your current rank. She was so fake, I want to call her Barbie.

"Okay. I want you to wear that white dress with the flowers." She said. She fluttered her long eyelashes and walked toward the kitchen.

"I have at least a hundred of those, mom." I said. I stood up and flattened out my dress. It was blue. It flares out at the bottom like a bell. It went to my knees and had lace sleeves to my elbows. It swung down at the back so my wings could be free.

I flew over to the kitchen to talk to closer. "The one you wore to the date you had with Michelangelo." I rolled my eyes. That one was boring. "And what did I say about flying in the house?" She scolded.

"Sorry..." I started towards my room. Once I got to the hall where she couldn't see me, I flew the rest of the way. What was the point of having wings if you couldn't use them?

I slipped my dress off. I stood in the mirror, admiring the new black lace matching bra and underwear I got last night. I grabbed the dress out of my closet and slid into it. I didn't like it. It was plain and it went to my ankles. It barely left any room for my wings in the back and went up to my neck in the front. It felt like the dress was going to strangle me and run away.

I loosely braided my hair and put on ruby red lipstick, slipped in my white heels and pushed pearls into my ear. Then I was on my way to check on Angelica. I wish I didn't have to stop Jasmine from introducing her to acting. She'd be a great actress. She'd enjoy it far more than being a dumb lawyer. But my opinion was worthless.

I headed to Worth It, the best restaurant in heaven. Mom was already seated with Raphael. I entered and sat next to mom.

"Hello, Layla. You look beautiful tonight." He said. They may not have feelings, but the archangels are always kind and sweet. Unless you piss them off of course.

"Hi, Raphael." My lips curved up into a smile, showing a crater in the side of my face.

"You can call me Rapha, if you'd like." He said. He had a totally straight face. It scared me a tad.

"Okay, Rapha." I said. He suddenly looked worried.

"Is everything alright, dear?" Mom said. So they were already onto pet names. Great.

"No. You, Layla." He said. I looked at him quick. When an archangel wasn't okay, something was bad. "God wants to speak with you."