chapter 2

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The sound of the loud, repeatedly buzz of Rose-anna's alarm clock shook her out of a deep sleep. Waking dazling, Rose become more aware of what this day meant, this was the first day of Wings Academy. 

Rose sleeply sat up in bed, scared to get out of nice warm blankets then into the cold, today's the day Rose thought to her self. She climbed out of bed, to greet her eager parents in the living room.  

It was 7:38 by the time they had everything packed in the car, and they were on the road. 

Rose put her headphones in, turned up her music and drifted off to sleep. 

"No, noo NOO! I'm not the person you want. I'm not her, I'm not a fallen angel" Rose screamed. 

"Yes, you are. You have the eyes of the fallen, you are the one we are looking for!" The man in the black responded.  

There were 4 men holding her, while the man in the black was screaming down her throat. 

"ARE YOU OR ARE YOU NOT ROSE-ANNA GUARTER?" He screamed. 

"Yes, I am Rose-anna, but I'm not a fallen angel!" Rose cryed out. 

"If you're not a fallen angel, then how can you explain those wing marks on you're back?!" The man in the black questioned. 

The smell of petrol woke Rose up from one of worst nightmares she has ever had. 

"huh uhhhh" Rose mumbled, still half asleep. 

"Darling, we are just getting petrol, we are about 5 minutes away from the Academy okay?" 

"mmhmm okay Mum"

They turned down a massive road, that looks like it has been here for a hundred years, Rose decided she may as well take in the view while she is here. That was when Rose first saw Wings Academy. 

The Academy was beautiful, it was like it was built in the 1800's, there were three buildings in the Academy, all so big. They look like they could fit 2 airplanes in each building, Rose was already loving it here.  

Being here would give her the chance to draw the landscape, she's never been this far away from home before.  

"come on Rose, we better get you're room sorted out" Rose's Dad explained. 

"I'm coming dad"

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