Heaven Sent

Chapter 2 - Angels are douchbags?

The first half of the day at school passed by quickly,and by lunchtime I had begun to second guess myself about the whole confrontation with the creepy dream guy. My big appetite had abandoned me today and I decide to not sit out in the school grounds but instead went to sit in the library. The library was nearly empty at this time as everyone would be eating except one person, Baillie. For as long as I known her,every recess and every lunch she would be found here just reading quietly never interrupted that was of course not by anyone but I, almighty Melody.

"Hey", I greeted as I sat down next to her.

"Is that pizza?" she asked as a greeting.

"Yes", I replied handing the whole container to her.

"What's up?" she asked, her mouth full with half a piece of pizza.

Nothing I was about to say but then I changed my mind and told her the truth. "I'm gonna go talk to the man in the trench coat"

Baillie choked on the pizza in her mouth.

"What!" she shouted incredulously as I started to rub her back due to her still coughing her life
force out.

"You heard me. I'm going to go and talk to the man that has been invading my dreams for the past nine months", I retorted.

"But", she tried to reason, "he's dangerous".

"I don't care, I mean what's the worse that can happen?"

She looked at me making sure I was okay, and serious, I raised my eyebrows at her. "I'm coming with you" she said as a finality.

"Fine", I said with a sigh. We both sat in the library doing our own thing. The thing about Baillie is that she is always protective of me, while I'm like everyone's mother. Her personality shines out through her appearance, her long Blonde hair always out or braided, most of the time she wore plaid, don't know why. She had cartilage piercing and all in all was a bit of a Goth.

When the bell for final period began, we both made our way to the only period that we shared: Lore, Myth and Religion. Yes, yes I know a pathetic choice for a subject but it's not half as bad. That was the only choice besides doing PDHPE or Child care, besides the teacher is pretty cool too, he taught in a way that made sense and would give examples that actually seemed real. He was in his late 30s and had, had a lot of experience.

He was already in the classroom setting up when we got in, Baillie and I quickly took the first seats available in class.

"Alright, everybody seated?", he glanced around before commencing the lesson, he turned to the whiteboard, where he had written 'ANGELS', "who can tell me about these?"

"Well for one they are douchebags" Baillie muttered next to me.

"Sorry, what was that?" Mr. Braedon asked.

"Nothing" she said cheerily trying to divert his attention, she looked at me as if to say do something. I cleared my throat and said "They are the Guardians of the Earth and the creations of God before he made us".

Baillie stared at me thankfully and I gave her a you owe me look. "Very good Melody" ,he complimented, "Ten points to Gryffindor," he added as a joke, a few snickers around the room were heard, most people looked confused. I mean they would be if they hadn't read the classic series 'Harry Potter', they were one of my favourite books, one of the first books I read.

"So", he continued, " I am going to set you all a task, you are all going to work in pairs to create a presentation comparing and contrasting how angles are portrayed biblically and the popular beliefs".

"Get yourselves into pairs you're all old enough to do so", he said in a sharp voice before anyone could start whining. This was the thing that I liked about him he did not dictate what we did or how we did it, as long as we get our work done then that was enough for him, he did not treat us as punny little children but as adults who could look after themselves.

"Well, seeing as we are sitting together and nobody else in this class is your friend, we might as well work together", I said to Baillie teasingly.

She scoffed at that and rebuttled, "puh-lease, we all know that no one wants to work with you because we all know that it if we did it will be a dictatorship instead of a partnership".

She was right but I didn't want to give her the credit for this. "Ya that's exactly why you work with me in this class, because I tell you what to do and if you don't do it I end up doing the task and getting us both full marks" I replied back.

" Alright, let's get to work"I said changing the subject.I got out my binder and ruled up a table while Baillie got ready a google Document and shared it with me.

"Alright, hit me" I said, hold my pencil down to the page. She replied that with a hard punch on my right shoulder. "Oww", I winced, "I didn't mean literally" I complained, rubbing the spot where she'd hit me.

"Oops" she said smiling, at this I flipped her the bird and looked pointedly at my binder. "Oh, with ideas, you mean", she said as if she just saw the light. I waited prompting her to continue.

"First of all they are not Babies and they are not kind, caring or absolutely good, they are evil manipulative monsters created as the warriors of heaven and are no different than demons" she said getting agitated. I rushed to get down everything she said, And so the rest of the period continued in the same fashion, Baillie ranting her heart out and me and my aching hand trying to copy the important bits.

After the last lesson finished Baillie and I got into her car, a 1987, two door, convertible jeep Wrangler. "Alright, let's go", I said, buckling in.

"What about your brother?", she asked.

"Jarsen's at his friend's place and I'm expected home at around five, so we're cool." I replied back
She nodded and started her car, without further ado, already knowing our destination.

Our destination was in an old part of Lebanon near the woods, there was an old car parked near a gate thingy that lead underground, it's been looked for years...I think, I've never seen anyone in that area except trenchcoat wings.

Baillie parked the car on the main road and from there my two useful feet were the driving force. As we approached closer I saw trenchcoat wings sitting on the an old moss body. That was the only place you'd find him when he came, sitting on the body that's been there since as long as I can remember. The older people say that it used to be a car, kind of vintage. They say it was driven to Lawrence and it was like the owners stepped out and never came back. The only disturbance was every month on the same day Trenchcoat Wings would showed up and sit on it.

Something was different though,something was different about him, I studied him closely as we approached him. He looked the same, with the same ochre coloured trench coat but his wings weren't there. Now I was beginning to doubt myself, was my nightmare made up had I made a mistake in coming here?

"No" I heard all of a sudden, the voice was too deep and scratchy to be Baillie's. I looked at her with a frown,she met my gaze and shook her head, looking pointedly at trenchcoat wings.

"Welcome, Miss Melody" he said with the same deep tone as he turned around to face us with his piercing blue eyes. " I've been waiting for you, for a long time, I have a job for you".

Boom.
Thank you to all those people that are reading this book, I means a lot to me that you comment, or even just add to your library.

Last term of year 11, then shit starts to happen. Updates will be irregular and I promise to write when ever I can.

Love Dhara