Seventeen

Chapter 1

Today's my seventeenth birthday; I woke up to my little brother, Jonah, standing next to my bed side with a sloppy iced cupcake with three crookedly lit candles. It was sweet coming from a ten year old little boy, but in all honesty, I just wanted to spend the day alone. So, I gathered some snacks, and his green iPhone 5c into a backpack, and sent him three houses down to a friend's house.
After that, I found myself under a large oak tree on the end of our street. The rough, gray bark snagged at my thin, long sleeved shirt as I sat against it. I held a book in my hand, one of princes, knights, and lots of love, but I found it hard to concentrate.
Once I realized I sat there for ten minutes and was still on the same page, I decided to try to concentrate on the words in the pages in my lap. At first I thought that it was a cloud passing over when the sun light faded away some, but then I quickly realized it was a person's shadow.
What felt like ages, I finally looked up. A tall, handsome man that looked around twenty, stood before me. I couldn't help but noticed how his golden hair came down to meet the bridge of his nose, but before I could assess his looks any further, I noticed, to my embarrassment, his blue eyes was assessing me also.
"Can I help you with something?" My tone coming out harsher than I meant it too.
"Are you Skylar Daniels?" He asked politely, though his voice held an accent I couldn't quite place, but I had to admit, I found it charming.
"Depends, who's asking?" I narrowed my eyes slightly, he was charming, no doubt, but I was nervous as to how he knew my name.
"I am Archangel Michael. I am also know as the warrior archangel and God's right hand. I am the second oldest archangel, and I am here to begin your training." He said all of this very matter-of-fact, but his eyes held a light heartedness to it.
I couldn't help myself, I burst into laughter, and finally stood up. He, or Michael, was a head taller than me, making me feel minuscule. "And exactly what would I be training for?" , playing along with his little charade a little while longer.
"To fight against the demons of course." He says as it like I'm the one sounding crazy here. "You're family has been with me for generations. It goes every other year, and the oldest one is the one chosen next. Meaning, it skipped your father, and now you are of age. So, you are to start your training."
He sounds more and more ridiculous as the conversation keeps going. I honestly thought he was kidding, but once I realized he was dead serious and actually believed in all of what he was saying; I decided that it was my time to leave. "You're freaking crazy." I state bluntly, and begin walking down the sidewalk. Away from him, and his crazy fantasies.
"Skylar." His accented voice came out authoritative, as I heard his boots pound against the concrete after me. I'm not sure what made me stop and turn around, all I know is that I did.
"Look at me, if you do not believe me." His voice has a soft plea to it, so I watched as he turned around and his back muscles tensed under his white tee. After a few tense moments, two large things came out from his back swiftly. I noticed they were wings, and were light emerald green in color; adding a bit of softness to his rough demeanor.
I'm not sure what happened next but, I felt a thud against my head. Then the world goes black, taking the voice calling me name further and further away.