The Angel's Tragedy

        Everyday I see myself struggling, struggling to find a new life, struggling to move away from these psychotic people, struggling to be with my love. I fight everyday to be with my one true love, but they don't listen. Did you hear that, the head angels not listening to their daughter, the pure angel? Well, I guess that's what I get for falling in love with a demon.

        An angel is getting kind of boring, I thought. The disgust I feel for being so pure and holy. The agonizing pain of being one.

        He came up behind me and I felt my body flourishing with heat. "Maia..." he whispered in my ear as the hairs on my neck began to raise. He smelled like smoke and something a little more than that.

        Death.

        I acknowledged him by facing my body towards his and planting a small kiss on his lips. His hands moved up my sides and I felt him smile against my lips.

        I heard someone yell from far away, "An angel with a demon? Impossible! Seize the demon and throw that disobedient angel in the dungeon and lock her up for good!" The older-looking man ran towards us, shoving the citizens of the town aside.

        This demon, I not even knowing his name, pushed me behind him, protecting me. He mouthed I love you, and grabbed his sword out of its sheath. It was covered in dried blood, probably from the previous battle. The demon spoke some words I didn't quite understand. Before I knew it, there was an enormous flash of light and I heard the older man screaming out in pain.

        My eyes flew open and I rubbed them to make sure I was fully awake. What was that dream all about anyway? I have been having those dreams for quite a while now. I rolled out of bed, pulled my camisole off, and threw it on the floor. I then pulled a Pink Floyd t-shirt over my head and slid on a pair of black skinny jeans with major holes in the knees. That's when my phone rang.

        "Hello?" I answered, not in my best mood.

        "Hey, it's me. I just wanted to ask if you wanted a ride to school this morning, knowing you don't have a car yet."

        Nova. She has been my best friend since we were born; there hasn't been a day where she wasn't there for me. Even though, we fight everyday, we can't stay mad at each other and immediately make up a few hours later.

        "Yeah, that'll be great."

        She squealed one of her squeals that I really hated. "Great! I'll be there in ten."

        My phone slammed shut and I grabbed my black leather jacket. I couldn't believe I forgot we had our first day of high school. Senior year. I need to get on track of I want to get into a nice college. Throwing that thought away, I really had no time to eat, so I grabbed an apple and took a bite. I plopped my U.S. History book on the counter and flipped through it, trying to study for the start of the year test we have today. Mr. Fischer always gives us a test at the beginning of the year to see if we remember anything we learned last year. Maybe I could skip it, or act like I am sick and call Nova, telling her I won't need a ride today.

        Too late. Her horn honked on her blue Nissan 240SX that her father bought her for her 16th birthday. I wish I could get surprise gifts from my parents, but they died years ago. I never got a chance to actually meet them. I was orphaned for five years, and then once I turned 18, I moved out into my own little apartment. I had to admit, I missed my parents, but I am actually doing just fine living on my own.

        I hopped into her car and buckled my seatbelt. Nova actually looked different. Her hair was now blonde and she had a tan, one way too dark for her, but I would never say anything to hurt her feelings.