Black/// Luke Hemmings

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"Shannon...." a soft voice pulled me out of my peaceful sleep. I opened my eyes as my vision blurred at the mere sight of the light seeping through my pure white curtains. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting of my room, I looked over to see my mother. Who, like me, is an angel. Our society is split in two; the angels, kind, innocent, and then there's the devils, cruel, dark, daring. My mother is a member of the council, she represents the angels and upholds the balance.
She hovered over me with an excited look on her slightly tanned face. "Get up, get up! It's your first day of the new school!" She shouted energetically. I took the pillow from beneath my head and masked my face and ears with it. I used to live in the U.S. but my mom thought we needed a change of scenery after dad died, so we moved to Australia three weeks ago. Groaning loudly, I removed the pillow from my head. "Fine," I muttered "I have to get dressed. Bye." Satisfied with what I said, she turned and walked out of my room, shutting the door behind her. I rolled out of bed and stalked to my wardrobe. I opened the drawer and pulled out my light pink long-sleeves shirt and crisp white short skirt. After that, pulled out my white sandals and curled my shoulder-length blonde hair. I put on peach lipstick and topped it off with mascara and eyeliner. My bright green eyes scanned my outfit nervously, checking for any imperfections. I nodded in approval. I walked out of my room and walked downstairs to my kitchen. I walked to the counter and got an apple from the basket. My mom walked in and hugged me. "Good luck on your first day." She said. "Thank you mother, see you later." I replied, walking outside and to the bus stop. I waited for five minutes while playing on my phone until the bus finally pulled up to the stop. I walked in, smiling at the bus driver and walking to the back of the bus. I felt everyone's eyes on me and I didn't like the attention. Once I reached the back of the bus, I sat down on the left side. A boy that looked to be my age turned to me. "What are you doing back here?" He said in an Australian accent. "I'm sitting, is there anything wrong with that?" I replied to him. He put off an intimidating vibe, he wore black jeans and a Green Day shirt. He had brown hair with a portion of blonde in it. "The back of the bus is no place for an innocent angel like you, devils sit back here, dearie, and you just so happen to be in Luke's seat." He said in a thick Australian accent, almost, tauntingly? "Speak of the devil," he mutters.