Living A Miric- Hell (Angels)

chapter 4

I woke up next morning about the have a heart attack. The first thought going through my head was, “where did my laptop go?” soon I realized I was on my bed and not at my desk. Somebody must have came in here and carried me to my bed. I am lucky I save all my stuff every few minutes, so I don't have much to catch up on because my laptop is closed.
I looked at the dark blue sky, the only light was the slowly rising sun a polluting suburb city lights.
I groaned wanting to fall back asleep. When I layed my head down I faced my clock. It read five in the morning. School started soon so I had to get ready. It should take me about an hour to get to school.
I got up, stretched, then walked into my closet. I picked out a casual pair of worn skinny jeans and a gray t-shirt. I grabbed a white hoodie and walked into my bathroom. I locked the door, in case my mom came into my room,  then turned on the shower to hot. As it heated up I stared at myself in the mirror.
“Come on. You can do it Crysta, its your first day.” I put on a fake smile that disappeared in the clouded mirror. i breathed in deeply and stepped in the shower, throwing my clothes in the hamper. The hot water cleared my senses, waking me up.
I got out a few minutes later, since I didn't have time to take a full shower.
I got out acne cream and put a couple dots in the pours that contained signs of acne. My face was clean otherwise. i set my toothpaste, tooth brush, and hair brush on the counter and got dressed, leaving my yellow hoodie on the door nob. Just before I walked out the door I grabbed my full charged phone off the charger.
“Wow, Crysta, you're very gray today.” Sam joked, but I just nodded and walked to the kitchen. The smell of bacon, eggs, sausage, and hash browns came welcomed to my nose. I rounded the door to the kitchen and saw mom cooking just that.
“You know,mom, you don't have to make us breakfast.” she looked up, a bit startled, and I smiled at her. She smiled back.
“I wanted to give you all something special for you first day in Arizona and school. The nutrition will wake up your brains.” she looked down and pushed a plate towards me.
“thank you mom, You do know I'm trying to eat a bit healthier than this grease stuff,” I picked up the greasy bacon and cut into the egg trying to go around the yolks,” and the smell I think woke me up.” I joked.
“I know. It may not be the nutrition you need. Its the food you need.” Suddenly I felt ashamed realizing what she just said. She hardly ever sees me eat, so in her eyes I just eat half my dinner and leave. To be honest I eat a lot. Breakfast is usually cereal, then its snack, the lunch which is mostly a sandwich as the main coarse, more snacks, and dinner is whatever, then I sneak snacked into my room. Snack are mostly an apple and occasionally something sugary when I'm craving it. Other than that I try to stay fit, mom just never saw me eat especially now since we moved. Now I want to devour my food but I resist and eat it slowly. I'm so hungry for some odd reason.
“Mom” I start.
“Honey, I don't want you to be too skinny if I didn't know better id say you would have a really bad eating disorder.” I looked her in the eyes.
“Mom,” I started again,” I eat a lot I just have a high metabolism because I exercise. You don't need to worry,” mom pushed a plate towards the boys who just walked in.
“I know, but I worry.” she turned off the stove top and handed me a paper with directions on it, “ now that you lost everything I'm going to worry even more. I'm just being a parent and carrying about you, Crysta,” she watched me slowly eat my hash browns, “you'll understand when you have kids of you own.”
“MOM!” I got up and washed off my empty plate.
“sorry maybe I worry to much. I'll stop. “ I gave her a hug and kissed her forehead.
“Its okay mom.” I quickly bolted upstairs to reduce further embarrassment for me and my mom. I brushed my teeth and studied the directions at the same time, careful not to get toothpaste on the paper.
I looked around my room before heading downstairs. I took my keys out of the front pouch of my pack and walked downstairs to the front door.
“Mom I'm heading outside to start the car. Call the boys out when they are ready.” I walked outside into the seventy five degree cloudless weather. If it would only stay this way, I thought. I started the car and turned the radio and air conditioning to low, then watched the sun rise over our neighbors house. About ten minutes later the boys clambered in. I put the directions away and waited.
“Seat belts I frowned.
“why are you so strict about seat belts, your a good driver.” once I heard two clicks I shifted into reverse and backed out of the driveway.
“Remember my first accident.” Sam nodded. Well Tirah didn't have her seat belt on and the car crashed into my Chevy, which the police found was there fault and I had the right away, well she almost died that day. Her head hit the dash and she almost flew out the window. If I didn't have her chest pined with my arm she would've died.” Sam was quiet. I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw him nodded. I sighed. “that's why I'm strict about seat belt. That was a long time ago but it was tragic enough to make me worry.”
“That car wasn't safe anyway,” he finally said. I looked at the paper of directions again and realized we would actually be early for school. It isn't as far as I thought. I pulled into a separated parking lot and stopped close to the office. I turned around to watch the boys get out. I sighed, grabbed my pack from the passenger seat and followed, locking my car behind me. Sam held the door open to the main office. A blast of air conditioning felt hot compared to my car.
“Hello,” I walked up to an attendance ladies desk as the boys hovered near the door.
“hi, you must be Crysta.” she hesitated at my name, while looking at three schedules, which she then handed to me. I handed the boys a schedule and a map. They left me alone in the office. I turned back to the lady who was looking at more papers.
“Would you like me to move my car to the student parking lot?” I studied the map.
“No, your fine. Its probably full by now. “ she looked up, “Just remember to park there tomorrow.” She smiled and I waved goodbye. I walked out into the hot weather. I felt eyes on my back. Even though a good amount of people were looking at me I felt like the figure was standing within touching distance, which nobody was even near that close. I decided to ignore it and study my schedule.
Environmental science, advanced media arts, lunch, art, and financial algebra. I started to walk to environmental science only to stop halfway down the warm, air conditioned, hall to text the boys to meet m at the pick up lane after school. Sam texted back acknowledging that he and Darrel saw. Darrel still had his phone its just he turns it off once in a class. I put mine on silent and walked into class.
The class had only two people when I got there. I had a very limited amount of time before the bell would ring so people would be rushing in soon. The teacher was looking away from me when I walked to his desk.
“Mr...” I looked at my schedule, “Murphy.” Mr, Murphy looked up to me. He had brownish blackish hair, and looked to be in his late twenties early thirties.
“You must be the new student, Crysta I believe,” I nodded and he pulled up a seat for me to sit in. I gladly sat feeling the weight on my shoulders. We talked about class and lab rules. He told me a few details about the people here. By the time her was done the final bell rang and people sat on almost every seat.
“thanks,” I smiled.
“Now, we are doing a test today, which you don't have to do. I would like you to sit in a chair next to George please.” he breathed in to project his voice, “ George will you raise you hand, please.” a student with light gray shirt and white pants raised his hand. I could tell his eyes were on me but I kept my eyes on my chair.
I got out my sketch book, feeling suddenly nervous from generally being her and sudden energy spike that I got earlier when I thought somebody was watching me. I tried to ignore it and flipped through some of my pages till I found a blank page.
So far the drawings were my only friend in this strange, hot new world.
The bell rang when I finished my image. The picture was of a girl in armor and a shield. She was sword fighting a dragon. The dragon was big and bulky. Fire hit the girls shield as her sword pierced the soft scales below its neck. A wizard stood to the side with a glowing staff pointed towards the dragon while he chanted out a spell. The dragon was realistic looking with its detailed scales.
I stood up only to knock my stuff on the floor. When I bent to pick it up I bumped heads with George. I dropped the sketch book back on the floor and fell backwards, rubbing my head. I looked up, freaking out, and grabbed my sketchbook, closing it.
“Why are you so jumpy about a drawing, it was a really well made piece of art.?” he asked, his voice sweat with a bit of deep pitch, it made him seem more mature and  older than he actually looks. I looked at his smile as it turned into confusion, like his voice was supposed to affect me in some way but he found it didn't.
“Its part of something I dreamed of, which means a lot to em since its so realistic, almost like I was there.” I stopped running my mouth and peaked at the picture my sketchbook opened up to.
It was an angel, with glowing wings and a sword in his hand. He had a crown and several angels that wings glew blue surrounding him like a shield. The image was really heavily detailed, being exactly how I remembered it. At the same time my pen outline made it look more cartoon. Surrounding the angels were black creatures with ugly sharp teeth and black eyes. They were fighting the demons. The biggest demon had class wrapped around the kinds neck while his free hand stabbed the king angel taking out his heart. I clenched my fist, remembering the pain it brought to me watching that dream. I saw George shiver from the corner of my eye as he looked over my shoulder, so I slammed it shut.
“I have to go.” I picked up my pack and walked out of the classroom. I slowly peaked at my schedule so I can see where my next class would be.
A girl walked passed me and I looked up to see a evil expression of hate looking strait into my soul. As I walked outside, trying to ignore the pain of that sinful look, I turned a sharp corner so the girl and her buddies would stop following me.
Media arts was simple. We had a choice of our own theme and type of media all semester. I chose to create an animation. I made the animation but starting out drawing in an extra sketch book. The paper animation started wit a knight. It was made so I could move a few pieces so I didn't have to make every piece on the paper. I made the One picture of a knight turn into a story. The story started with a 360 view of the bust of the knight. When it hit his back a dragon stomped into view. The knight ran towards the beast only to stop form his fire, having to raise his shield. When it ended he slashed at the dragon with an iron sword. The dragon used its claws to block the sword. As he pushed back the dragon a castle came into view.
The castle had bared windows at the top were the scene panned to and zoomed inside. A prices sat on a bed and looked up. She got to her feet, straightening out her mangled dress and walked to the window.
The camera pulled back till it showed the outside of the bars. The princesses hands curled around the bars as she watched the fight. The camera then panned back on the knight who fought almost to his death, finally killing the dragon. He took the princess onto a white speckled horse.
The scene changed to a man walking through the village. A bigger dragon than the one the man fought, possibly a parent, blew fire around the tiny village, leaving only dust,a ashes and bones.
I left the class after showing the class my ideas and drawings. The teacher gave me permission to set it up digital at home since it would take me to long at school to finish all my pictures. I thanked him.