Angel Eyes

2. *Do i really know what I'm doing?*

Light reflected off of my eyes and made my body wake up. A killer head ache was coming on right away. Groaning, I used my elbows to prompt myself up. I raised one arm for support. Looking around, no one was in their beds. I can almost bet that they chose to get up and get ready to be the first ones to choose in their sort.

Rolling my eyes, I followed with rolling lazily out of bed, (and almost falling out of it and hitting my back, mind you.) I rolled on my side, landing on my rear. Finally, I got off my rear and started to think straight. I headed to my closet and looked at my clothing, I don't know for sure if I want to burn these. The only reason I don't want to is... Well.. Your going to have to see.

I opened the closet to see an outfit laid out and all the rest in a pile I have to burn before I leave. Grabbing them, I walked to my bed and plopped them on it, then walked back to the only thing in my closet. The pull outfit I have to put on for today, then lay it out on the other side of my bed without clothing piled up, trying to reach the heavens.

Quickly, I stripped and was left in my black bra and underwear. I added the clothing I stripped to the pile to the side of the room. Warm chills ran through my body as the air kissed my skin. I took deep breaths and looked at the long sleeve shirt. My mother had gave me that shirt before she died, and I wanted to hold it in memory of her.

Sucking in a tear, I just slid it on and it lightly covered my butt. I turned toward my tight skinny jeans that hug me in all the right areas. Then, I slipped on some of my hand gloves, that looked more like long leg socks, but with a glove tips.

When I got there, I felt late, but everyone else was just way to early. I was standing in front of a huge stadium with blood red walls and white furniture and black sheer chandeliers above our heads. Everyone was somewhat readable of what they wanted to be and what they where going to choose. I felt comfortable with my decision I made.

"Everyone! We are going to quickly do this, so listen up! You are going to stand in the line of the sort you want to choose, for the rest of your life and well being. Get in the line, and if you need a few more minutes, hang in the back, or get in the middle line where you can wait until you want and choose whatever when you get there, not a line in particular, just so you have a few seconds more to think. I wish you the best, never close your eyes! Good luck!"

When he was done with his speech, I quickly got into the middle and the spokesmen was there and he smiled at me. I was in the very front of the white notebook, I scanned the two pages in front of me. they appeared to be completely blank. Soon, the knife that was besides it was curled in my fingers as nervous swells churn inside me. the cold blade touched my skin as it drew warm blood surfacing my neck.

The clicking of his heals on the ground drew attention to the chubby spokesmen as he approached me. He moved a few strands on my neck aside with cold movements.

The light padding swiped my skin as I could hear my heart beat from the slight crack of skin. When he got the sample, his hand released my head and his eyes met my own and his smile seemed more of a sad collapsed walls. I nodded and gave him a slight smile that flattered right when it happened.

I took a deep breath and moved alone and kept quite as I added myself to the Valorous group. There was a good number of Valorous born and ones that want to stay in a place they know where they belong.

When I joined the crowd, I felt kind of off. Everyone was meeting or regrouping with best friends, buddies and bros. Everyone but me. I looked around and could not find one person like me. Everyone was a master at the dancing, mischievous, tricking, being vague. All I was, was the bad ass in the whole.

I moved and watched other people, just until I spotted my friend, Logan. Watching her, she had her dark makeup and entering the smarty pant line. Hurt swelled on my facial features and my stomach started churning. The burning feeling of want and need to talk to her was swelled up tightly, until i could barely breathe.