His Darkened Wings

Detention (3)

Whats that...

Its a bird

A Plane??

Its two uploads in one month!!!!

Cha Gratz to everyone who has voted/commented/fanned 

I love you guys and you make me want to be a better writer :)

btw im going to use google translate for the foreign speaking, 1 because i cannot write in french at all and if i tried it would be spell fail central. 2. i dont have enought time to even begin trying to convert the words into sentences :)

Enough ranting by me.

Commence!!

{Crisann's  POV}

Ring Ring Ring RRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!

Finally out of this last class I swear id rather face 100 demons than deal with this crap for one more second.

I now realize why everyone hates school, its around seven hours long and during that period your 'controlled' by these so-called teachers. No one tells me how to act. I do as I please and am pleased in all I do. Already I have two months detention and trust me when i say that's only the beginning. Curse them for sending me here, I swear the first second I have I'm giving them all a piece of my mind. Now the second matter at hand.

This Ezra Person.

Something is up with him, something I cant quite put my finger on. When  he walked into the office I went on guard as I am trained to do when in the presence of another angel. His smell was otherworldly but individually human. So far he hasn’t shown any conscious signs of him being anything other than human. The has shown signs but there are things you cannot control like the feeling of energy I got from his hug, it wasn’t normal, not in the slightest.

Until I can figure out what he is I mustn’t let him trail too far from my sights. Like now were both on our way to Detention, a place I really should’ve thought twice about getting sent to, but once again Crisann takes orders from no one .

I walk down the hallway ignoring the loud sounds coming from these other students as they made their way to wherever they were headed. I felt loss among large array of students as i tried to reach the detention room which was umm-I'm not sure- but somewhere around here.

I walked for what seemed like a few more minutes before I spotted Ezra, instantly my breathing quickened and my heart rate increased. ‘That’s new’ I thought to myself walking over to him. “Hey Flyboy.” I called out as I stopped in front of him. He Turned around confused before a grin spread over his face.

“Let me guess you cant find the detention room?” he said a bit smugly. Now Would I ever admit to needing anyone’s help at all, no not a chance.

“Actually I can find it easily but I came to find you so you can formally escort me, you know like a first-rate tour guide does.” I retort putting loads of emphasis  on ‘first-rate’. Was it needed? No. Did I feel great doing it? Hell yes!

“Interesting so let me just say this, me, the tour guide is nothing but first-rate so just follow me little lady.” He said giving me a bright smile.  

 I followed him to the detention room, center umm thing , all the while staring at him whilst trying to figure out what exactly he is. Should I be on guard when he comes near me or should I see him as an ally? I take a glance at his back to see if I can make out any markings through his shirt, though I find none.

We finally reach the detention room a few minutes later, it seems that I was on the wrong side of the building. The place was strangely empty but I guess because it was the first day. We each took a seat in the back of the room, not really wanting to draw attention to ourselves and because I had some questions to ask Ezra too see what I could piece together.