Chapter 9

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It's the night before my first day at a new school. I'm laying on my bed in my pijama shorts and a tank top. I bring my knees closer to my body and press against my stomach. My arms are a wrapped around my knees. I scoot in closer to the corner of my bed and close my eyes shut. Rain hits my half open window and ceiling hard like a rice falling on cardboard. Thunder booms loudly making me jump, the lighting illuminates my room bright purple making me tremble. My bed is getting soaked wet, but I'm to scared to close the window. You never know I might get strike by lighting in an attempt to close the window. The room is freezing cold, but I'm so scared to even feel a thing. My mom would usually stay with me on nights like these, but right now she's sleeping with Mr. Rivers.

The door suddenly creaks open and I almost pass out of fear. It's Angel, he nervously scans the room for a sight of me. He cursed under his breath and quickly jogged towards the window and pulled it down. "T-thank y-you." I say with a half smile. Angel turns to look at me for a few seconds, his hair is damp and licked on his forehead. The shirt he is wearing is also soaked and stuck to his skin showing off his nicely shaped body, not detailed with abs, just a healthy shaped body. The rain suddenly stops like magic and the room fills with silence and stares. "Why are you soaking wet?" I ask spreading my cramped legs out in front of me.

"Usually when it rains I like to take walks outside." Angel shrugged. I nod and get under my wet bed sheets. "Thanks for coming in."

"I just figured you might be scared of thunder." He runs his fingers on the wet blankets. "Colleen! These are fricken wet!" He yells loudly. "Shhh!" I shush him. "It's alright I bet everyone is awake anyways." He stares at the wall besides me like he has some kind of X-ray vision and could see my mom and his dad from the other room. He silently leaves the room with his hands in his wet jean pockets and walks out of the room. "Goodnight" I call out, but he doesn't answer back. The wet fur of the blanket brushes colding on my arm making me feel chilly.

I'm half asleep then I feel the blanket on me slide off quickly. I sit up panicking and gasp. My eyelids suddenly close and I feel sleepy all over. I hear loud thunder again and I bolt towards the door and hit my head in my attempt to escaping the room. I fall on the floor unconscious. "Come on let's take you back to bed now." Angel carries me bride style. I feel a warm blanket wrapped around my body. It's probably all a dream.

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I hear discordant knocks on the other side of my bedroom's door. "What?" I yell squeezing my eyes shut. "Today's your new day Pig!" Mark yells and bangs on the door every 5 seconds counting with his big cubby fist. Pig? That's not even clever. I growl and put a pillow over my face. I sit on my bed and feel the cold wet carpet in between each one of my toes. Memories strike like the lightning from yesterday into my head giving me a headache and making me feel all woozy as if I just had a five second hangover. The blanket was perfectly dry the touch. Then it hit me. This is not my blanket, it's Angel's.

I quickly jump up and toss the blanket over my shoulder and run inside Angel's room where a trip with the planet the hung down in front of me. "What going on Colleen?" He asks generously looking down at me. I stand up and awkwardly brush myself. He only calls me by my real name when the others aren't around which that makes me wonder. Not wonder in a bad way, but curious of what goes around in his mind sometimes.

I hand him over the blanket and look at him right in those dark staring eyes of his. I clear my throat slightly and hand him over the blanket. "Thanks, but I already had an extra one." He says in a careless manner. We both turned our heads to stare at the undone bed. "Well thanks for letting me borrow it." I grin forcing him to take. I still need to get ready for school.

I put on my the shirt I got for Christmas and tied a black sweater around my waist. The bathroom was occupied by Mike and there was a line outside the door with the following people who needed to use it next.

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