The Fallen Angel

Chapter One

"Do you ever get bored of being good?" My friend, Hayden, asked. Her chin was resting in her hand, her elbow on my desk right next to my arm. Complete boredom consumed her beautiful features.

Hayden was my best friend. My diary. The other half of my heart. I would do anything for her. And I think she would do anything for me.

We had been friends for about seven years now. We were complete opposites, so it was definitely a tough friendship, and we got into a lot of fights--mostly disagreements. But we somehow were still best friends. Juniors in the same high school. It was a pain in the ass, having to fight over the same boy in school, especially since she was stunning. She had blonde hair, dark brown, almond shaped eyes, and a slim figure. She was graceful, outgoing, funny, and kind. She was popular, definitely the queen of the school, but at least she wore the crown right.

I was her second in command. So I was also in the popular field, even though I wasn't about the popular lifestyle. I got invited to all the parties, yet never went. I got asked out places by cute guys, but could never find the time. I had always been focused on school. Always. I liked learning, I liked figuring things out on my own. I just liked school, unlike most teenage girls.

I had olive skin, black, curly hair, full lips, and a small mole to the left above my lip. I didn't have a perfect figure like Hayden, or any other girls in my clique, and I had gone through a self conscious phase where I even tried sticking my fingers down my throat to make me thinner. I had never noticed a difference, and depression sucked me into it's world. But I had finally gotten the monster out of my being, and was living a happy life again. 

Enough with the boring stuff. Back to Hayden's question.

I looked up from my homework, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. I was told I was good at it.

"You know," she continued, knowing I didn't understand, "You never go to any parties, you never go out with guys--I mean, hell, you never even go out with me and the girls. You're always helping out around town, or finding things to do for your parents, or doing homework. And don't get me wrong, that's great, you're a good role model, but don't you ever wanna let loose?" 

As she said the last few words, she shimmied her shoulders and gave me a small smile, which made me crack a small smile. I put down my pencil, and straightened myself so I was no longer hunching over my paper.

"No, not really. Helping is my letting loose." I shrugged. And it was true. I liked helping people, even people who didn't deserve it. I liked feeling other peoples' happiness. I also liked knowing I had the ability to make someone's life easier. For some reason, that's what kept me going throughout the day.

"Maya," Hayden groaned, standing up. "You're killing me here." 

She flipped her hair over her shoulders, and leaned on the wall next to my single window in my room. It was a small, square room, with bright green walls and white furniture, and it was also my home. I had dance parties all by myself in here, I had Netflix marathons when I had spare time, and I took epic naps in here. It was so small, yet held so much happiness within it.

Yeah, I may have a little too much of an obsession with my room. Deal with it.

"What do you want me to do, Hayden? This is me," I said, leaning on my desk now. She stared me right in the eyes and said, "Well you're boring."

I chuckled, and so did she. Being boring didn't bother me, really. And when people told me, it didn't affect me badly. I knew I was boring. Everyone knew I was boring. Yet they all were still my friends, so I guess I couldn't be that bad. Or they could just pity me. I don't know.

"I only have a few questions left," I returned my attention to my science paper. I loved school, but science was the bane of my existence. There was so many things to remember, and too many long, hard-to-pronounce words for me. I was a good learner, always up for a challenge, but science was a little too much.

"And then you'll let me take you out of this house?" Hayden's voice was hopeful and excited. I rolled my eyes, making sure she could see. 

"Yes, I'll let you take me out--"

Hayden's squeal interrupted me.

"--for an hour. Then I have to go help out at the shelter."

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Hey. It's only almost eight hundred words, but that's how the chapters will be. Sometimes long, sometimes short, and sometimes I may write a reasonable amount, but guys...I can barely focus on one thing for five minutes. 

Thank you for reading! c:

7-21-16