The face of an Angel

Chapter 2

Cameras watched Aoife Harvard as she swooped down the high ceilinged corridors. Cameras that nobody knew existed. Nobody apart from the Guardian. She made a swift swerve and landed smoothly on her feet. Making it to class just on time. As the door shut, a white feather speckled with brown floated slowly to the floor. Just what the Guardian had hoped for. One second, there was no one there, next second, he had appeared, out of nowhere. As quick as he had came, he left with a flash.

The feather was gone.

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I'd made it to class with two seconds to spare. It was probably some kind of record. I tucked my wings into my back and put my coat over the top. I hated having my wings on show. I dodged between the single green desks, creatures of all sorts laying there eyes (or just eye, in some cases) into me. Mrs. Laguna was sitting staring at her watch, realising she couldn't give me detention because I wasn't actually late. She was always looking for reasons to punish me.

"Ms. Harvard, take your seat," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. Her blonde hair glistened as the light reflected from it, a blue decoration in her hair resembled a starfish. Her brown eyes looked soft, but i knew she had a heart of steel. She had a green dress on, made of silk that went all the way up to her neck. She'd finished this off with a shiny blue belt which brought out all the different shades of the different green materials, blending them together to make a beautiful outfit.

To the general public, she looked like a completely normal human being. Like I said, rare over here. But we knew different. One speck of water would do it. One drop on her flawless skin would send her floundering to the floor. A sparkling gold mist would surround her body and before you knew it, she'd be on the floor a long, scaly blue tail about, four foot long, stretching out after her. Of course, she was a mermaid. Her tail resembled a creature that used to live a long with the humans, I believe it was called a dolfin. Or however you spell it. We'd just finished learning about them in historical biology. They were similar, but her tail was a glistening blue and had different hues of the colour running up it.

She was our English teacher. She probably hated me most out of all of my teachers. It's only because I hate her precious subject. I always had done. I never listened, I just doodled my way through her heartstakingly long lessons. Obviously, I was failing at this subject, just as every other subject. I hated going to the Institute. None of the teachers liked me.

Half way through the lesson, whilst the class was learning about persuasive writing and I was drawing a rather detailed drawing of what I'd like to do to Mrs. Laguna, the Guardian came in.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Laguna, can I please borrow Mike Grayhold please?"he asked politely. She glared over at him and nodded curtly, in a state of huff because someone had disturbed her lesson.

Mike Grayhold was a stocky boy, my age sixteen. He was a were-wolf, none the less. His broad chest was the fantasy of most of the girls in my class. He wasn't interested though, he kept himself to himself. Which is why he was rather taken aback when the Guardian had asked for him.

That was the last time I'd see Mike for a long time. And the next time, he wasn't quite so shy.

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He'd done it. Part 1 of his plan was complete. The feather. Oh, the things he could do with this. He had so much power in his hand with this one feather. And his intentions were all but good. He also had a new accomplice, a were-wolf, his favourite creatures. Full of everything but mercy and forgiveness. Now all he had to do was.. 'convince' him to take part in his plan.