Especially Gifted

4 **Wednesday Mornings are Terrible**

I woke up to an alarm going off in my head. I was used to getting up at 6:30 so much, that here I am sitting up at 6:30 on a Wednesday. I wouldn't be starting school until Monday, but I was glad that I never broke the habit. I got out of bed and walked around to stretch. I made my bed and walked sleepily into the closet. I grabbed my dark purple skinny jeans, a "Miss May I" Band tee and undergarments before I went into the bathroom. I yawned as I pulled the skinny jeans up over my legs that were still a perfect fit. As I yawned again I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the essentials. I brushed through my hair as I stared blankly at me reflection. My straight dark purple hair decided to finally work with me.... For once. My hair is naturally straight. Also, no one will ever believe me, but my hair is also naturally purple too. When I was really young, it looked black, then it started to turn into a dark purple. Also, my roots are more black than purple, so people keep telling me that my hair is naturally black. Whatever. I know the truth and you don't, so back off.

I put on mascara and a thin layer of eyeliner before double checking my appearance in the mirror. I think that I'm good. I grabbed a hat and walked out into my bedroom. I looked around and gazed things over in my head. It wasn't that bad of a setup but the walls are truly bugging me. So I grabbed the handbook and began reading in the "Dorm Room Information". I found out that not only can we hang up pictures, we can also paint the walls as long as it's approved. I also decided that I might want to read more of that handbook before doing a lot of other decisions. After an hour and a half of reading, I was finished and knew that I couldn't screw around here. I looked at the time and it was 8:35. I was missing breakfast!! I blindly ran out the door and caught myself before I fell. My phone made that melodic noise again, and I pulled up the message. "Hey Angel, where are you? You're not still asleep are you?" I laughed. I wish I slept in instead of reading the entire book. I walked into the cafeteria, which I found out was called the "Dinning Hall". The things you find out when actually reading the instruction manual.

Instead of last night, there were a variety of things to choose from. There was all different kinds of cereal in the cupboard and there was an option of biscuits and gravy, pancakes, or a breakfast burrito. I choose cereal and I looked around for my favorite, Lucky Charms. I got the food and my feet started walking before I had the chance to think. I'm glad that my brain kicked in, or else I'd have lost my bowl of cereal on Xander.

"There you are. What happened? Sleep in a little too late?" He asked. His eyes showed that he was teasing.

"No actually. I was reading the hand book and didn't pay attention to time." I admitted. He smiled as he lead me over to the table we sat at yesterday. Grey was already sitting there, munching on pancakes that have way too much syrup. Yuck... I looked back at Xander as he walked across the table and began to sat down. "Last night, what gift did you say you have again?" I asked. I told him that I accidentally deleted the message and he looked sad for a moment but I knew that he was teasing me.

"I'm an angel. Well, to be more technical, a fallen angel... I think." I glanced at him with a curious look. He sighed before he began to clear his throat again. "My wings are black, not white."

I sighed at him before I dumped my milk in the bowl of cereal. "You're half wrong, yet half right. You see, the more good things you do based on society, the whiter your wings are. Because yours are tinted more to the black side, and that bothers you, just go help out some students on campus. That should make them white again." And when I ended my sentence, I started to dig in on my cereal. I hate cereal that's mushy. It was silent for a while, and I looked up to see why.

"How...," he paused to clear his throat. "How the hell do you know that?" Xander stared at me and I realized that I basically just screwed myself over. How was I going to explain this to him? Then I remembered that I had already decided to tell the school that I was an angel. That was an extremely close call.