Fallen Angels [DISCONTINUED]

Hope ~ 3

The next day , I woke up with a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. With a glance at my clock, I saw that it was 4:15 AM. I had another 2 hours and 15 minutes before I had to get ready for school, but I knew I wouldn't be sleeping.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. The previous events from Skylar's wild party were starting to make me nervous. We'd left that party in style, with me trying desperately not to kill us because of my driving, and blasting the Mission Impossible music. Because, hey, when was the next time I was going to get to drive a van full of adrenaline rushed friends away from an exciting party crash? Unfortunately, we'd left behind some very angry fellow classmates, and I was starting to regret it. Between Nathaniel's (most likely) now purple face, Skylar's house, and, well... everything else, it was kind of hard to not be scared for the school day.

Finally, I gave up on sleeping and went downstairs, my neighbor's sweet golden retriever following me down the wooden steps to the kitchen.

"Hey, buddy!" I cooed. His tail began to wag a mile a minute, and he put his head on my knees, looking up at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes. Unfortunately, Harley wasn't my dog. I was just dog-sitting for the neighbors this week, as they were out of town. I'd always wanted a dog, though, and Harley was exactly what I wanted. He was playful, lovable, and just so darn cute! After giving him his extremely early breakfast, I grabbed a doughnut from the fridge and settled down on the couch, with Harley's fluffy head on my lap.

Turning on my old laptop, I began to type. I had a big paper due, and I didn't want to wait until the last minute. By the time my Mission Impossible alarm clock was blaring, I had gotten a good chunk done. Gently moving Harley's sleeping head from my lap, I ran upstairs to get dressed. The gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach refused to go away, and I just grew more and more nervous. I looked into  my closet, and decided that if I was going to go down, I was going to go down with style. Plugging my phone into my speaker, I started blasting Taylor Swift's song, "Style", and singing along.

"And when we go crashing down, we never go out of style!" I belted. Thumbing through my clothes, I passed shirt after shirt after shirt until I finally decided on an outfit. I had chosen beige dress, with a top that had a lacy pattern over it, and the bottom a pale beige chiffon. I put on a distressed, button down denim shirt (unbuttoned, of course), and a long necklace. I almost added a pair of wedges, but, realizing I was most likely to trip, I settled for brown combat boots. Glancing in the mirror, I saw that I didn't look half bad... Once you got over how short I was, anyways.

Rushing downstairs, I left a bowl of water for Harley, gave him a pat on the head, and headed out the door. Luckily, April had promised to drive me to school, so I wouldn't have to kill myself driving. I sat on my porch swing, watching the street for April's jeep. I heard it before I saw it, as she was blasting "Hey Jude" by the Beatles. Not that I minded, of course. The second I was in the car, I began to belt out the lyrics with April.

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"So far, so good..." I thought to myself. I hadn't seen Skylar or her minions all day, and I was growing more and more anxious by the minute. It was already time for French, which was fifth period, and nothing had happened to me or my friends all day. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar braid running down the hallway, and quickly recognized the figure as Kateri, closely followed by Mel.

I started to run after them, but I'd only run two steps when I was yanked to a stop by a hand on my arm. I recognized my attacker by the smell of too much perfume, and the way her nails were digging into my skin. Only one person had nails as freakishly long as those- Skylar. Yanking my arm from her grasp, I cried out, trying to run after my friends. But I was too late. My path was blocked my Harrison, Skylar's jock boyfriend, and Rosalind. Harrison grabbed my arm in an iron grip that only the star of the football team could have, and Rosalind quickly grabbed the other, though I wasn't sure why. But then, despite my struggle, I somehow noticed her flash a quick look at Harrison, and her face said it all. Rosalind had a little crush on her master's pet.