Chapter one: Intruders
'Everyone up and at them time for school.' I heard Alex yell threw the mind link and right then and there I was ready to chop off her head. I looked at the alarm clock and saw 6:30 and for some reason I felt as if something was off.
The air felt more tense and nothing felt right, almost like someone was intruding into my territory. Something in my gut was telling me that this wasn't going to be a good day and something was going to happen. I wasn't so sure about this so I just figured to sleep it off but before I could even close me eyes again I felt something cold slip down my body. I jumped up, clearly not realizing how close I was to the edge of the bed and ended falling with my face catching my fall.
A groan escaped my lips as I slowly rolled over to see Alex holding a bucket as she laughed over my fall. "Sorry sweetie but you have to go to school...you've already missed to much and the school is starting to question me......we both know that can't be happening" she said and then walked out with a grin I so wished to smack off right at that moment.
As I laid there I tried to gather myself together telling myself it's to damn early for this especially after being up all last night chasing after that stupid rogue we still have yet to catch. Everything was just pissing me off at the moment and I wasn't so sure I would be able to make it to school without punching someone in the face. This was going to be to long a day I knew that for sure and decided to finally get up and took my time getting ready.
After slipping on a pair of jeans with a studded belt I went in search for a top. I scanned through my closet grumbling over how my closet was to big and finally found a see through gray tank with a decent black bra under it. Next was my normal half gloves with some leather boots and deemed myself dressed.
As I went on and finished getting ready I passed my wide mirror in my large bathroom. It gave sight to the markings of my wings that stretched across my shoulder blades and upper back. Every marking on an angel is different showing the strengths of the angel no matter if they were pure or not. With that it meant every angel took care of there wings and markings to show off to others so people could see their ranking.
While thinking of the different ranks I had walked out of my room and down the stairs thinking if I was still Pure would I still be looked up to as much as I was now. Without paying attention as to where I was walking I had ended up running into Miguel. "Watch it idiot." I said and continued on not really caring. By now everyone was use to my temper and knew when I was like this to not mess with but Miguel being the all wonderful one had to see what was wrong.
"Al what the hell....what got up your ass?" I glared at him while he continued to stare at me not letting go of my arm. I was still pissed from this morning but something was making me feel uncomfortable and wrong...I didn't feel right and it was getting on my nerves.
Miguels grip tightened as he waited for my answer which I didn't give so I ended up calmly saying "Miguel if you don't let go I will not hesitate to brake your hand." His eyes widened for a minute before narrowing with a reply "I wasn't as interested before but now you got me curious whats going on?"
My eyes never left his until I finally gave up with huff "I don't know.....something is going to happen today but I'm not sure what and if its good or bad." Miguel stared at me for a second before nodding and walking off satisfied with my answer.
After he was out of my sights I made my way towards the kitchen which was connected to the garage and found Alex cooking on the stove humming an old dragon lullaby. She gave a glance towards me with a smile and then continued on with her humming as I made my way to the door while grabbing my backpack that held my keys.
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