We Are The Fallen Angels [Complete]

Chapter 1

PIC OF NIKKI ABOVE

She's got a smile that seems to me reminds me of childhood memories, where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky.

           I abruptly sit up in my bed. What the hell! Where's Axl Rose and Slash, why are they playing in my ears? I soon feel the sting of the headphones in my ears. Shit, must have fallen asleep with them in again. I look at the brightly displayed numbers on my alarm, 5:45. Might as well get ready to head off to prison, or as you might call it, school. I walk through the hallway,  Guns N' Roses still blaring in my ears. Taking a quick shower I then pull on some black skinny jeans and my favorite t-shirt that reads "Did my sarcasm hurt your feelings." I stick a brush ( or try to anyway) through my messy, curly red hair. I walk back into my room to grab my backpack and a few other things. I stare at the giant collage of posters on the back of my door. Motley Crue, All Time Low, Guns N' Roses, Pierce The Veil, and of course my many posters of my favorite band of all time, Black Veil Brides. I walk out of the door and get in the car and my mom drives me to prison.

             I scroll through pinterest and groan when she puts on a stupid, auto tuned pop song, wishing my dad was driving. Sadly, he died a few years ago due to a heart attack, which no one had guessed would come. I miss him so much, he's the one who taught me everything I know about Rock N' Roll. When I was a little kid, he would always blare ACDC driving down the highway. Windows rolled down singing so loud we were almost screaming. I must have known every word to Highway To Hell  by the time i was 6. My mother doesn't like talking about him, at all, ever. She hates Rock music with a passion and is always trying to get me to act more girly and boring, or as she calls it "normal." We never see eye to eye on anything, never have, and my dad was the one who would balance us out. Now I don't even speak to her unless I have to. 

           As my mom parks, I jump out of the car and dreadfully walk to the doors. My brain does this awesome thing when I'm bored it starts playing a mix of songs that I know, guitar solos and all. My classes done on as I sit in the back of the room, drawing and writing random things. I'm not exactly the best drawer, but one thing I can draw, is angel wings. I love to do all the sharp outlines and then create a sketchier pattern on the inside, and their never white, always black or dark gray some being shaded in with pencils and pens. Today is the same as any other day, boring science class. I don't give a fuck about prokaryotes for the last time! Until I feel a small vibration on my shoulder blades. What the hell is going on? Relax Nikki it's just your imagination. The vibration carries on through the rest of my classes, getting stronger with each hour. 

             Now in my last class of the day I feel as if I'm a an airplane and we're getting insane turbulence, I can hardly stand it any more I just want it to stop! I know it's not in my head! Breaking the silence in the classroom, I hear a loud flap come from behind me. Turning around to see what it was I see not somebody, but part of what looks like a giant black angel wing. I turn back around and realize, everyone is staring straight at me.