The Diary of an Angel: My Story

Part 11

November 10

Am I going crazy? 

I trudged into the school today, ready to face the mad Principal. I clutched my backpack straps and opened my locker. Inside were tons of notes saying things such as, "Hello!" and "Beautiful!" and "Gorgeous!" I drew back in surprise, that was a change. I glanced around the hall wondering who the heck would put such things in there. No one was staring at me suspiciously, so I shook my head and focused on the sticky notes. Usually rude nasty notes would be in there but for once they brightened my day.

Someone leaned against the locker next to me and said, "Hey." I closed my locker with a shut and faced the person. He was rather hot if I may say. He had brown hair that was ruffled and green eyes. He looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Um, hey!" I squeaked. No one this hot (other then Dylan) has ever talked to me before. They usually scope around for the pretty girls, such as Jessica. "How ya doing?" He asked, running his hands through this hair and staring at me with his electric green eyes. "Uh....I'm fine." I gulped. He gave me a questioning look and laughed, "Still looking for Dylan?" 

I almost choked on some spit and nearly yelled, "How'd you know I was looking for him?" I've never seen this guy in my life! He raised an eyebrow, "You wont stop talking about him."

I freaked out, "Oh my gosh, who are you? I-I-I'm sorry but I don't know who you are. If you've been stalking me then-" The mysterious guy interrupted me, "It's Anthony. Remember me? The guy who looked like a nerd?" 

I actually did choke this time, "WHAT? You're not Anthony! Anthony is a really nice person but you don't look anything like him!" He laughed, "My brother dared me to dress like a nerd for a month and see how many friends I have. I've been shunned the whole time. You're the only person who talked to me and became my friend" He ran his hand through his hair again, making me melt.

"But....But.." I stuttered. Alright, so he went from a nerd who wore giant glasses and plaid with stripes to a hot guy? Seems legit.

"So...You are Anthony?" I muttered shifting uncomfortably. "Yup." He replied. Just at that moment the bell rang. He grabbed my hand and dragged me through the halls to the classroom. We were just about to enter when I saw him.

He was sitting down on the ground at the very end of the hall. He had his arms on his knees, and he was leaning back on some lockers. He looked in my direction and smiled at me. I reached my hand towards him, but he shook his head. "DYLAN!" I screamed. "What'd ya say?" Anthony asked.

I let go of Anthony's hand and ran towards Dylan. He had a look of sadness in his eyes.  I came to a halt in front of him and put my hand on his cheek.

But I couldn't feel him. I couldn't feel his hair or cheek. I felt nothing but ice. My hand went straight through him.  I cried out in fear and backed away. I stared at him with a look of pure surprise. He got up and whispered, "I'm sorry." "What are you?" I asked. He slowly faded into thin air. Spots were appearing everywhere and in less then 5 seconds I blacked out.

A few minutes later I became aware of my surroundings. I was sprawled on the floor and Anthony was crouching next to me yelling my name. A nurse was feeling my pulse, and the principal was making a phone call.

"DYLAN?" I yelled into the hall. "Where are you?" I sobbed. Anthony started shaking me, "AVIANNA. ARE YOU OKAY?" He demanded. I ignored him and got off my butt. "Where is he?" I whispered. 

Later after Akila had come and picked me up (That was who the principal was calling) she asked me if I was alright. I sighed, "Akila. Have you ever seen someone who isn't there?" 

She threw her foot down the brakes and the car came to a screeching halt. She put her head on the steering wheel and started to cry. I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly looked out the window. 

Then she began.

"When I was 13....I saw someone who wasn't there."

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A/N:

Hey guys! Can you guess what Dylan is? Like the twist? Yes/No? 

Should I continue? 

Yes, comment = Now I found my feet, count to 1, 2, 3. And I'm taking off tonight, now I'm free,as I walk my feet on the cold concrete.

No, comment = FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY! LOOKING FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND!

Alrighty poo! Vote, comment, and subscrrrriiiibbeeee! :D

-Lindsey<3

P.S. Wait...I forgot what I was gonna say.

P.S.S I remembered. SORRY FOR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS OR MISSPELLINGS! I usually don't proof read my works.

P.S.S.S Have any questions? COMMENT BELOW!!!! And this is the last P.S. I swear