The bus was cramped, filled to the brim with people. But mostly high school students, on their way to the most sophisticated and brand new high school. It was ordered to be built by the President to see how far they can push the academic limit for high school kids. To the government the past five years were a failure due to the large increase of drop outs in highschool. So to prevent any more failures, or to calm it down they decided to make a school where if you attend and graduate you get to leave with a degree that is on par with a college degree. Yet it comes with a cost. The school is to be rumored to be the hardest school in the world. But strangely people have seen a lot of delinquents and ordinary people who look like they haven't studied in a day's life.
Izaya sighed as he reminisced about the good old middle school days where he would sit in a corner and listen to Jalia and Karen-san yap all day long and make fun of each other. But now since the new high school opened up near them he said goodbye to his ordinary high school life. And welcomed the nerdy life of studying. He hated the ties due to how weird they felt around his neck. The school's autumn brown and crisp golden orange colors mixed well. As though he expected a more royal color like purple and red for such a prestigious school. Izaya's legs felt weak and nimble from standing up straight in the cramped bus.
Next to him were a bunch of girls, wearing the exact same school uniform as him. Izaya quickly scooted his body behind another student to hide the fact that they went to the same school. Yet an old business man yawned and stretched his back bumping Izaya out of his hiding spot. Izaya just looked down at his phone and awkwardly stared at it. "You know I was going to fail middle school? But my mom told me I could just go to this high school to skip repeating!" Said one of the girls. She had a long ponytail with pastel gold and soft pink highlights. Her and her friends laughed as that was funny. "That's just depressing" Izaya thought. One of the girls had a hazel brown bob cut and golden eyes. "Not for me though! I didn't even show up for school except for the last month!" Izaya felt his heart sink. If these were the type of people attending this school then he should just sue the school and the principal for lying.
The bus came to a stop as people poured outside. Mostly students, due to the school being a short walk away. Once out the cool salty breeze of ocean air hit my face. As seagulls swak overhead and circle the beaches. The ocean was a cool crisp blue, the air smelt salty and weird as Izaya covered his nose. As he walked out behind one of the students something caught the glimpse in the corner of his eye. A bright white, just like the seagulls feathers. It stood out and proudly presented itself and flexed up and down. Izaya turned to the white blur to see two huge pairs of pure white wings proudly showing off. There standing with wings behind her back was a girl with long brown hair and pinky rosey cheeks. Her pure blue eyes reminded of an angle. Izaya walked up to her with his head sloped down and his mouth slightly hanging open due to the shock.
"Hey, are you an angel?" He asked, the girl looked up from her phone and looked at Izaya with a disgusted face. "Who are you?" She backed up a bit, rightfully creeped out that a stranger would ask her such a weird question. Izaya pointed to the wings, "you know they prohibit cosplay at the school" Izaya poked the wing. The smooth feathers fluttered and moved up and down. The angel stared at the creep and glared at him. "You can see them?" She questioned him with a harsh tone. "Huh? See?" I pluck a feather. The girl stepped back and smacked my hand, making him realise the feather. "Could have used it as an ink pin" Izaya frowned. "Well that's a first! You can truly see them?" she asked once again. Izaya nodded, as if he was half asleep. The girl tilted her head and took a good look at the loser and laughed. "Out of all people you can see my wings! Lucky you!"
"Wait so there real?" Izaya squinted at the wings.
"Yes there real bozo! You have a problem?"
She quickly responded.
"I'm an angel sent by God himself! To relieve man kind from their pain!" She pointed to the skies as the clouds open with its holy light shining on the over confident angel.
Izaya clapped for her, impressed at how big her ego was just from a simple sentence. "Well they do have free therapists here, so I guess your in luck" Izaya snickerd at the angel. "Tsk. You simply don't understand me! You mere mortal!" Izaya facepalmed and decided it would just be a good idea to forget about this weirdo and leave. As he was walking off he could hear the angel yell out. "Wait for me! Jerk!"
"Thought angels couldn't cuss?"
The girl caught up and frowned at Izaya.
"We're allowed to have emotions too asshole" the angel seemed a bit pissed off to Izaya's remarks.
"Doesn't those wings get tiring to carry around?" Izaya asked as he yawned. He was to busy grinding all night that he completely forgot to sleep. "I told you they are real! I'm a real angel! Dumbass!"
Izaya slowly turned and stared with disappointment at the now mad angel. "Keep telling your self that and it might happen" Izaya laughed. The girl now fumming with anger puffed up her cheeks and kicked Izaya in the leg. Making him fall to the ground in pain. "What the hell was that!" He called out. "Tch. What and angel" Izaya sighed "your name!" Izaya shouted. "Grace-" the girl flipped her finger off and left him to succumb to his wounds.
As he sat in the auditorium next to some complete strangers the bell rang off. The dude next to him jumped in his seat, and was sweating intensely. He had light blue hair and wore some busted up glasses with thick eyebrows. Izaya wondered if the man was alright. But before he could say a word the stages curtains lifted to reveal a short girl standing right in the middle.
The girl had hazel brown eyes and somewhat long and wavy hair. And was probably shorter than Jalia which was impressive to Izaya. The girl stand in the light, proudly presenting her self. The room filled with sillance as the girl didn't say a word. People whispered amongst themselves confused on who this mini person was.
Then another girl ran across the stage and handed the mini girl a microphone.
"I AM YOUR FRESHMAN PRESIDENT! HOPE YOU ALL TREAT ME WELL!" she yelled into he microphone, which made the whole statium roar to life. Izaya covered his weak and fragile ears, who was this energetic mini girl?
