Gregory's Angel

Gregory's Angel Chapter 5

The huge truck came bustling behind us, it's spotlights beaming directly on Rudolph. I felt his grip slacken on my hand, and I panicked.
"Rudolph! Hang in there!" I yelled, holding his hand as if my life depended on it. Which, it did.
My eyes searched the slowing ground for any rock or hard thing. Even though we were still flying, Rudolph was losing height. I bent down and scooped up a rough rock, and threw it at the truck.
God. I knew I shoud've worked on my aim. I meant to hit one of the lights, but the rock flew through the window, crashing it. Well, the driver did stop. Not exactly my plan, but it worked.
Rudolph suddenly dropped, even though we were two feet from the ground. He thudded down softly on the grass.
"Rudolph! Rudolph!" Tony shouted, shaking him slightly. Rudolph gave a low moan. Tony faced me. "Elizabeth, we need another cow! Or anything with blood!"
I made a face. "I hope you don't mean us," I replied, then sighed. "We're going to take him to the forest, so he can hunt. There's plenty of animals there, although it might not be his brand of blood."
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I leaned against a tree while Rudolph sped off in search of an animal big enough for his need. Tony sat on the ground, playing with a thin stick.
I thought back. How did this even happen? Twelve hours ago, I was just entering the school, right?
I shuddered. Don't remind me. I have to go back tomorrow too.
The thing's that's bad with school is the people, the teachers, and the food.
First off, let's talk about the people. Nasty little Scottish. They speak in that awkward accent, and you can't understand a word they're saying. Plus, they treat you like dirt. They make you take the front row, so you get called on every time. They make you wait in the back of the line for the lunch line too. Too much mean I cannot take. Sure, there were rude people at my old school, but nothing like these people.
Now let's move on to our next segment: the teachers. They are the second worst. That's because you can't understand them. They talk super-fast, and you're trying to write everything down at once, and then he/she moves on to another topic. Yeah. So basically I'm getting an F this grading period.
Finally, our last topic: the food. You're probably imagining the great food I get to eat in Scotland, and I buzz the buzzer. Wrong! The food is absolutely terrifying. Once, I swore my food MOVED on my plate. It tastes all watery, even though it's supposed to be SOLID food. I better stop talking about it before I upchuck.
Rudolph returned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm ready. Thank you Elizabeth for suggesting that idea," he said.
I smiled. "Anytime, Rudy," I replied.
He scowled. "Don't call me Rudy," he muttered, holding out a hand for Tony and me to take, which, smartly, we did.
He took a breath, then glided up. "We're going to the cemetery. We need to talk," he informed us, while we nodded. Then Rudolph soared off, and we were heading to the graveyard.