Dear diary

(Warning their will be spelling errors and grammar errors. This is one of my first story's but I think the plot is pretty good. Well enjoy)

Dear Diary,
January 1
Okay so today is the first day I begin to put my life down in a diary. Ho by the way my name is Emily I have long black hair, and dark brown eyes,and my life is dedicated to... Well I get in to that later. I live in a small town in Vermont. And I attend my towns local middle school I also am in 7th grade.i have 2 really close friends in my grad and their names are Hannah and Sara. We all sat at a crucial table my the main entrance at lunch. When school Is over I come home and do my home work then I read or watch tv or go bike with friends. Then I help my mom out with dinner. after dinner I read or watch tv later in the night I take a shower then I lounge in my PJs for the rest of time before I have to go to bed. In the morning I get up and get ready for school by getting dressed, and brushing my hair, eat, brush my teeth, then walk to school, and start my day all over agin. On weekends I sleep in late and hangout with friends or run arenas with my mom. So that's my life. Except for a small detail that I'm 112 years old but when I am amount humans I am 12 almost 13 years old. I am a garden angle sent from God my boss. I'm training among humans to blend better into their world. Well I'm training they are living their normal life. I was trained to fight demons and protect two people... Can you guess who they are. Well if you haven't figured it out yet I will tell you. They are Hannah and Sara. Yes. I know what you are thinking." OMG she is guarding her two best friends, WOW." So that's my life, but this is only the beginning.

Dear Diary,
January 2-5
Hey, today at lunch I was talking to Sara and Hannah and I watching the man out side the large window on my left. He kept looking at me and my friends so I watched him but when he looked at me I looked away. When Sara was done talking about a book she was reading they noticed the I was not paying attention to the story. So they ask me what was wrong. I told them that it was nothing and that I will have to read her book it sounds really good and.... Then the windows shattered and bullets came through! I screamed 'get down'to everyone and they all did I herd people scramming Hannah and Sara included I stud up from under the table that we were hiding under and spun around three times and my swords and wings appeared on my back and I was waring my white tank top and black jeans that are essay to fight in I also was waring my black combat boots. I screamed for my assistant Mike he was an angle in training but I needed all the help I could get! A boy my age stud up I knew it was him by his fire red hair. He ran words me and I handed him a sword that was enchanted all he had to do was hold it and the sword would do the rest and he knew that. I yelled at my trends to stay down then demons cam thought the Brocken windows their was at lest 50 of them! We ran at them and and cut their heads off! I killed 26 mike killed 19 the rest ran in fear! After I checked the perimeter I yelled all clear. And people left and right started to stand up and the looks on their face made me remember I still had my wings on! So I flew in to the middle of the cafeteria and said in my very formal voice " I know a lot has happened and you have a lot of questions and I will answer them. Pleas raise you hand and I will assert the questions" Sara and Hannah raised their hand I call on them." Who and what are you and what are those things and how long have you been like this!?" Sara said. I said " my name is Emily Ranger I am an angle sent from God to protect you and Hannah and Sarah family's and those things were demeans and I was born like this and I am 112 years old almost 113 but to you I am 12 almost 13.I said it so plainly I was discussed with it. When I was done speaking all the pepol gasped and I noticed my wings grew another few inches and mike got his starter wings! I ran over to mike and said congrats you are one of us now! Then I spun three times and my regler outfit apered back on and my wings and swords dispersed mike did the same thing and his tiny wings disappeared! " any more questions?" I asked. And three more hands popped up. I picked a girl with black hair like mine and dark brown eyes like mine. She asked me where do my wings and swords go?! I told her that I don't know that it is how it is In my world. Next I called on a boy with blond hair and blue eyes and he asked me how is it possible for me to look like I am only 13 when I am 113? I told him that I am not like him and I have an internal life I can heal and fly but if another angle or demon kills me then I will be reborn in to another angel. The final person asked me how are you reborn? I told her that angles are born when an angle dies. we don't have parents and we are not born as a baby we are born with the knowledge of a college grad student, we are also born at the age of 27 years old. I know it is weir but that is the way it is. After that I regrew my wings and so did mike and we flew away and I through this dust on the school so that no one would remember anything that happened. But they would remember a regular day.

Dear Diary
January 5-9
Mike was yelling at me to slow done his little wings don't go that fast and I was giggling the hole way back home. Well the angles homes. We don't live in clouds and ride on unicorns like everyone thinks. No we live in an place... Well it is hard to explain. It is kind of another earth for angles only but it is still on earth. Yea,weird,I know weird right? Once me and mike got to our other earth on earth we went to my fathers office. He is the Leader of this part of the world. Their are three leaders of our world and my father is on of them. When we got to his office we told him about the attack at the school we were under cover in. When I finished the story he market the kills in a my and mikes folders. About an hour latter I went back to the school. When we got to school it was third pried. when I opened the door tho math class the teacher asked me 'where me and mike were and do we have a pass?' "I told her that were at my house with my little brother and we don't have a pass." Well, you two have to be marked latte." The teacher said. I simply nodded and took my seat so did mike. During the section part of math yet another window exploded. " you got to be kidding me" me and mike yelled together. "Run" I told the class. And they did. Through the window can, not a demon but my evil father. " what do you want" I hissed. He simply smiled and nodded to my wings that were on now. " get out of hear Mike, and get the rest of the school out. I have family business to attend to" I told him. He nodded and flew away. I drew my sword and charged towards him. The sound of mettle hitting mettle flooded the class room. I managed to cut this shoulder that is now bleeding. Red stained his shirt. All of the sudden I felt pain on my cafe and I looked down and saw their was a dagger in it. I fell with a thud, I felt like screaming in pain put I refused to show any sine of weakness. A saw a opening spot and quickly stabbed him in the chest. His eyes went wide and he fell to the ground with a thud. He was dead, I killed my own father. I didn't fell grief or regret. I felt nothing. It was that simple the thing that endangered my life a moment ago was dead. I moment latter I released I still had a dagger in my leg. I pulled it out and let out a soft whimper. I examined the dagger, then I released it wasn't just any dagger it was my dagger. My favorite dagger to be exact. The dagger I kept in my bed room. How did he get it I wondered. Then I relished something else.
This dagger was covered in poison. My eyes went wide I tried to get up but I couldn't, I tried to fly. I couldn't move my wings. I felt alone, but I also felt like my job was done. That I could leave this word, this life. I laid on my back and let sleep tack over me but I knew, this was my last sleep I would take, last breath, last look at life. As I thought that I smiled relishing that I was ready. But then I thought of Hannah and Sarah. I crawled over to a desk and wrote a note that told them my story ,my life ,who I was, and who I hoped I was. And with that I let death take me away in to a new life.