Dreaming Of Angels

Angel Tricksters: 2

Six years before we had to worry, Gabriel and I found ourselves safely at a college campus. Sort of. Gabriel stood at the entrance to the dean's office getting ready for an interview to be a janitor.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked as we waited, "My vessel looks too young to be a staff member."

"You could always apply to the college, I'll put in a good word for you. Something like we're super poor and we're the only family we got left or something," Gabriel suggested.

"It hurts how accurate that sentence actually was," I sighed, messing with the jacket he was wearing, "Besides, what if that's not enough? Also, how am I supposed to go to a college for more than four years max?"

"Change your major," Gabriel offered, grabbing my hands to stop me from messing with his clothes in worry, "Or when you graduate say you need a temporary job and help me out."

I frowned, but before I could say anything else the dean invited Gabriel inside.

"Good luck," I said, giving him a small smile and wave. I got a wink and a thumbs up in response. I thought about Gabriel's advice while I paced outside. Suppose I did keep changing my major? What would I change to? I liked drawing, so maybe I'd try and keep that as a last resort? Just as I was deciding on starting with psychology, Gabriel walked out grinning.

"Guess what?" Gabriel asked, giving me a big smile. I stopped pacing and just looked at him, waiting for an answer. Honestly, I was stressing over something so minute at that moment.

"I got the job," he started, "And, you're accepted into the college."

"Wait, what?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow in confusion, "How'd you manage that?"

"Simple," Gabriel said, putting an arm around my shoulders and steering me towards the exit of the building, "I'm an archangel."

"You did not," I growled, "Please tell me you didn't."

The only response I got was a mischievous grin.

The first day I actually went to any classes, I was extremely nervous.

"Come on, I'm in the same building," Gabriel assured me, "I'm right there if somebody needs to get their just desserts."

I laughed nervously.

"Thanks, Gabriel," I mumbled, giving him a quick hug before walking towards my classroom. I entered timidly, walking to find a seat in the back of the class. I had to come up with a fake last name, considering I didn't actually have one. I mean, what would I say? Hello I'm Amarelle, angel of the lord? I fidgeted nervously as people entered with their friends and some even dared to speak with others they hadn't met yet. I didn't notice that someone was near me until they spoke.

"Hello!" a mocha-skinned girl with vitiligo greeted, "My name's Candy Ross."

"I'm Amarelle Thomas," I said shyly, wincing at the cringy name Gabriel had suggested.

"I love your first name! So pretty," Candy said excitedly, sitting down in the seat next to me, "So, psychology huh?"

"It's just a tester class," I explained, "I'm not sure what I want to do yet."

"Oh, same!" Candy grinned, pushing her long black hair behind her shoulders, "I've always wondered what goes on inside criminals' minds. So, psychology for now!"

I smiled at her bubbliness.

"I was gonna do something tech related," she continued, reaching into her bag, "But I couldn't find anything."