Luanna's POV
Being back in school after last night was kinda rough. Not only haveing to keep the shushnub quiet, but to deal with all the wisphers about last night, where ever I was, that's a different story.
Most of them were 'is she really a boy?' 'how could she do that, she looked like she put no effort in?' there were alot of nasty others, but I'd rather not say.
They guy who I had beaten up twice yesterday came up to me today, and I thought I would have to flip him again to get him to leave me alone. I never knew 17-year old's acted like that. Here I am, 149, and in human years younger than him, and he is less mature than I am.
I guess maturity does come with age.
"What da' ya' want?" I asked him, looking away from him, and his possy that follows him about everywhere.
"What type of steryoids are you on?"
"what's a steyroid?" I ask, never hearing the word before.
"Something you use to enhance your strength." He says, as the football coach comes by, and walks up to me.
"Well, how can I use something if I don't know what it is? If you wanna test me for whatever that is, fine. But I could do what I did last night anytime. I put no effort into last night. If I would have, I would have got it done faster."
The coach was doing simple tests, like checking my pulse, and reflexes, and finally concluded, "This girl isn't using anything, it's just her normal strenght."
"See; told ya'" I reply, getting up, and collecting my things, as Myhrr walks up to me. She wasn't even suppost to be here.
"L'ana!!! Guess who's going to school here now?!?" Let me guess, the prep of all preps. Girly-girl of all girly-girls. Flirter of all flirters. Caughs Myhrr.
"Who is she?" All the football players asked, turning their attention to Mhyrr, who was wearing a bright hot pink mini skirt; that was way way too short, and a cute light pink blouse, letting her light blueish green eyes flutter, and showing off her at least seven inch high heals. Where she got all of this stuff was another story.
"Mhyrr, what are you doing here? And why did you call me L'ana?" I ask, as Zero, Piper, and Alex run over to me.
"Because, I'd miss your company staying home alone all day, Zero's parents get boreing really fast." she's one person who will never change.
"Who's she?" the guy who I beat up asked.
"An old friend who I wished I've seen the last of" I say.
"This is just great" Zero gripes in a low tone so only Piper and I can hear.
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Those With Wings
Teen Fiction***EDITING IN PROCESS WEAR A HARDHAT AND PROTECTIVE EYEWEAR*** Luanna and Alex are two teenage 'Angels' who were enslaved in a kingdom high up in the sky. They are the last of their type--those with wings. Zero is your typical teenage boy; a nobody...
