I'm Eve, the girl, with the brown hair; I sit in the back of the classroom, and also sit alone in the cafeteria. But it's okay. The other students think I'm different. Which is a good thing, I mean, everyone is different, but I'm nothing like them. At all. Plus, if they really knew me, they would know what I really am. I'm not mortal. I live in a place where no human has lived before, at least, while they were living. I was once mortal. I'm what's called a guardian. We are more known as "Angels" but guardian seems more, rough.
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Guardian
FantasyWhen you think of an angel, you think of something good, white wings, a halo, or a message from god. But what creates an angel? Is there more to it? What really is an angel?
