The Angel Of Death-Prologue

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The Angel of Death, that name is all I hear. Day in and day out at school. But does anyone know why? No, they just hear one person who does know why and then they call me it and so on and so on until the entire student body calls you it. Well right now I'm going to tell you why.

When I was born, my birth mom died during labor, and then my Dad committed suicide because he couldn't bear to live without my mom. I was then adopted by the dean family who I live with now. Mr. Dead is a mortician so he's surrounded by death, and brings it home with him. Not like actually bringing the bodies with him but brings home autopsy reports and such. Mrs. Dead works from 7 AM to 10 Pm at the emergency room...again with more death. And above all of that, my name is Angel and my original last name, which I go by, is Deces which is French for death. Ironic right?

Because people are so "scared" of me, they don't hang around me. Leaving me a typical outcast kid. But whatever, I still have friends who I love. My best friend is Jesse Tyler. I've known him since I started school and we never grew apart. He's the only person I can truly trust. I'm a straight A student but I'm a tough one at that. I fight, I've gotten suspended for fighting and I know the principle very well. But I do my school work because I want to go to a good college and get a good job. Even though teachers hate it, I call them by their first names. It's just funny and it ticks them off.

Being adopted has been hard, but being adopted into the Dead family is worse. They are very religious but I'm the exact opposite. They pray before every meal and go to church every Sunday, so to avoid this, I sleep in on Sundays and I'm always late going to dinner. They've come accustom to this and don't even yell at me anymore. As long as I keep my grades up they're fine.

As long as I have Jesse, I can handle anything.

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