Shadowland ~Are You Afraid Of The Dark?~

Day Two, Part One

Status: Day Two Of Invasion

Subject: Angela

Location: USA, Detroit, Michigan- Public High School

Time: 1:00 AM

I slowly regained consciousness. Through the blurry haze that clouded my mind, I saw the most beautiful boy in the world. His blonde hair fell in waves and his blue eyes stared down at me with worry.

            “Are You OK? Can you hear me?” His angelic voice echoed in my ears. Wow. Who knew heaven would be like this. So, I asked the question any normal girl would ask when confronted with a heavenly being.

            “Are you an angel?”

            Surprise was plastered on the boy’s face and laughter echoed from somewhere in the room. A Ruff-looking, black-haired boy wearing a leather jacket and a greasy smirk emerged beside the first boy.

 “Ya hear that, Cody? She thinks you’re an angel!” Boy #2 chuckled.

            “Shut up, John.” Cody said. He then turned back to me. “Are you OK?” He asked again.

            “Obviously she’s not if she thinks you’re an angel.” John scuffed. Something inside Cody must have snapped then, because he stood up and faced John, grabbing the collar of John’s shirt.

            “I thought I told you to shut up!” Cody growled.

            “Hey. I get it. I can play nice.” John said defensively. Cody glared at him, sending him one of the coldest stared I had ever seen.

            “Boys! Stop fighting and focus on the task at hand!” A female voice ordered. Cody released his hold on John. John smirked and straitened his collar. 

            “Sorry, Abby.” Cody muttered.

            Sitting up, I turned in the direction of the voice. A girl with long black hair with neon purple streaks sat a few feet away. Black eyeliner traced her cat-like green eyes. Despite the Goth clothing and black nail polish, she was beautiful. Beside her was a blonde-haired, Blue-eyed bombshell. You could tell that she was a cheerleader. The cheer uniform confirmed it.

            “I don’t, like, know why we, like, even bothered with her, ya know?” The Cheerleader said, placing a perfectly manicured hand on her pencil-thin waist. I know that a lot of Cheerleaders weren’t as bad as this girl…in fact, a few of them were my friends. But this girl was the reason why people associate cheerleaders with blondes. I mean, honesty, can you get more stereotypical?

            “Quiet, Kate.” Abby hushed. I slowly stood up, ignoring the throbbing pain in my head.

            ‘Where are we” I asked. Kate shot me an angry look. What was her problem? Abby turned her attention to me.

            ‘Right now, we’re locked in the boy’s bathroom.” She replied. It was then that I noticed the tiled floors and the porcelain urinals. How had I missed that?

            “Why are we locked in the boy’s bathroom?” I asked.

            “Are you, like, really that stupid?” Kate sneered.

“Well, excuse me for wondering!” I snapped back.

“Girls!” Abby shouted. John nudged Cory.