The angels gift

This isn't real

Picture of Crystal on top. ;)

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I'm annoyed. Like... really annoyed. Distracted, and clearly not paying attention to a word that came out Marcy's mouth. I mean, who in the world wants to listen to their best friend talk about how active she and her boyfriend were the night before? Definitely not me. Like, zero chance.

I sighed as Marcy continued to explain her sex life in detail, reminding me how I had none. I have yet to even be kissed. As a sixteen year old that's actually pretty sad. Not that I'm complaining. Boys are jerks. And I was too concerned about my sudden ability to heal in under twenty seconds to be worried about boys.

 I stared at my palm in wonder, trying to come up with all the scientific methods as to why I had healed so fast. This morning I had cut the skin on the palm of my hand. It was so deep that I thought I needed to get stitches. But when I rinsed it off and reached into the bathroom cubby under the sink to get the gauze, when I glanced at my hand the cut was gone. I had tried not to freak out but ended up hyperventilating, almost succeeding in knocking myself out. On the ride to school, Marcy chatted up a storm, completely oblivious to my vague answers and head nods. I had just continued to stare at my palm and tell myself it wasn't real. That I had imagined the cut. But the bloody razor suggested otherwise.    

Now at the school cafeteria, I played with the salad on my plate, too distracted and confused to eat.

"Crystal", Marcy snapped her fingers in my face. "Crystal? Earth to Crystal!"

"What", I snapped.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

I rolled my eyes and continued to play with my salad, ignoring the stupid aurora that seemed to light up every human I saw. Marcy's was currently yellow with a tint of red, meaning she was both excited and a bit aroused. Red being aroused. I hated knowing how she felt ever second of the day. It didn't bother me much, the auroras. They were mostly just extremely annoying. I never understood why I saw them, but I never really questioned it either. I just figured I was a bit more tapped into my sixth sense than others. Not that I ever really told anyone about them. They would send me to a mental house for sure. I wasn't psychic nor was I a witch. I don't do the whole magic voodoo boodoo stuff. I realized that it was both satanic and dangerous. Thats how you freaking summon demons! And I was smart enough to know to stay away from that crap. I just see auroras. Nothing quite special... I hope.

"Crystal! Quit zoning out on me— holy mother of pearl."

That got my attention. "What", I asked on high alert.

"Turn. Around."

Slowly and cautiously I turned my head. Seeing noting I glanced back at her. "What—"

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she stared past my head. Still confused I turned around and that's when I saw it. Or, rather them, I should say. Two incredibly beautiful creatures stood ten feet behind me. One was a girl with long black hair. It was straight and reached just past her waist. She was a but tall with the height of 5'9. Well, compared to my short 5'3 frame she was tall. When she tilted her head I could see the most flawless face known to planet earth. Pink plump lips with startling blue eyes. The guy was a bit taller than her with a lean but muscular frame. His white long-sleeved shirt did nothing to hid his built arms and chest. His hair was as black as the girls and he had the same tan skin and piercing blue eyes. My conclusion was that they were related in some way. But unlike the girl who looked around a highschooler's age, the man looked to be in his mid twenties or something close to that.

But in truth that's not what startled me. Sure they were extremely beautiful. But what really caught my attention was the space around them. Their aurora.... neither being had one. I squinted my eyes and shook my head but no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't find the slightest bit of color around them.