Highschool... Why Not?

A week Before...

Don't judge me I'm bad at title's... if you didn't already guess from the name of this book.... ANYWAY...

'Andrew?' I thought... but I couldn't quite move my mouth to form the word... I attempted saying this again a few times... and failed... but finally I got it right: "Andrew...?" my voice sounded like sweet little bells chiming in the wind... melodically perfect... My companions name flew off my tongue like a bird to flight... "Leanne." he smiled warmly... him human form was so... beautiful... he had a chiselled chin and his white shirt wrapped around his godly biceps like ivy does to an iron canopy. His eyes were a Grey cloudy color, but not in a grim way. In a mysterious way. As if he were hiding something. Though he was. He was hiding his identity...  all of us were... We all, of course, were not human. All angelic creatures. But up there... in heaven, if you may... we don't have physical form's. We're just... like... entities... not there, but there. We watch, and protect, the humans from dooming themselves. Through war and disease we always find a way to save them. A truce, a marriage, a cure. There's always a way. And the stubborn humans always find a way to take all the credit. But what is an angelic entity to do? Approach the humans and tell then to stop stealing our ideas? No. We don't mind. The feeling of solid ground under my feet snapped me back to reality. It felt weird, and I had no experience with materialistic objects such as soil, gravel and cement. All of the three were directly under my unstable feet. Which also are new to me... but not to Andrew... he has been on many missions to Earth... I must have looked like a fool bobbing around trying to walk straight. I was very lucky  Andrew had his arm around me, holding me up. Our mission was to stop a war, not a mortal war. A war of the holy and unholy. A battle between pure and impure. Demons and Angels in an all out brawl. I'm telling the truth when I say, I have had no training and no experience in combat. Of course, again, Andrew has. He earned a title in fighting... but I must say, I don't believe in violence. I would rather negotiate. But some wars can't be won with words. I spotted a black car, I didn't know what type it was... my specialty was not cars... my specialty was monitoring the human behaviour and mastering a personality. We are created as... what you could Call a blank. We do have all knowledge, unlike humans we aren't only born with basic instincts. For example, The first instinct for a human kin is to breathe. Though they do not know they are doing it, they are already living their lives. Our first instinct is to work. Especially if we are made at a certain rank. Some of us do not ever earn a ranking or title. Some are made with a title. I am Leanndrias, angel of Mercy. Andrew earned his title. He is Andrewaviche, Angel of Combat.  But we already have names for eachother. Andrew and Leanne. Or Drew and Lea, for short. I refer to Andrew as my brother. I like to think he refers to me as his little sister, he was definitely existent before I was. Though I cannot recall the exact date I was made... I do know that I am over sixteen centuries old. But Andrew wont tell me his age or my exact age. I think he's forgotten after all these years... A woman of whom I could not see clearly gently stabilised me and  took me over to the car. I was guessing that the woman was one of us, by the way she walked like she was dancing... so carefully... I thanked her happily and Andrew climbed in with me. Of course, none of this was done forcefully. If force is not needed, it will not be used. That is our code. Unless someone or something is a definite threat, it does not need to be destroyed. We don't hurt eachother either. Unless we are corrupt or impure, even then we don't hurt eachother. We are simply stripped of our wings and banished to Earth. Inside of the car it was not cramped, it was actually quite spacey. And it was comfortable... I'd never been inside of a car before... and it was an appealing experience. But I found my eyelids start to feel as if they wanted to cast themselves over my eyes... "Drew... I feel... strange... " I made a bit of a face uncertainly and I was also unaware my eyes were closed until I tried to blink and failed. I snapped them open and looked at Andrew, whom was smiling at me. "You are tired... you need to rest." he said warmly, "Whatever are you talking about?" I made another face. I had heard of the concept of humans resting because they ran out of 'fuel' to function properly. I have never had the pleasure of 'sleeping'... I have never had to... "in order to rest, you must first let your eyes close!" Andrew laughed. I obediently closes my eyes, "now... let your mind go blank. Do not think of anything at all. Just... let go." he told me. And I happily obeyed, then... then...
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I hope you had as much fun reading as I had writing! God I love talking as Leannedrias... she's so naive... sometimes I catch myself reading her sweet little British accent outloud... did I not mention she has an accent? Ok... Comment. Criticise. Like. Follow. Vote..? I love reading your thoughts. Also, please, if you're going to criticise, please make it constructive. I hate when people just say: 'I hate you and I'm going to not like your book just for the sake of it because I don't like her/his name... ' it really bugs me. Sorry if my example sucked, I don't say alot of nasty things to people. I don't have alot of experience in nastiness. -_-"
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