Euphoria

Jealousy at best

Angelle nibbles on her bottom lip as she cuts into her steak; medium rare. Everyone sat and ate in silence, until Gianna speaks up, "Angelle got called into the office today."

That stops everyone from eating including Donatello, they stare at Angelle. Angelle never understood why Gianna loved to try and get her in trouble. Keyword: TRY meaning never succeeding in doing so. But, their parents knew better, they knew that Angelle never got in trouble at school except for one time. And that wasn't even her fault. Angelle corrected a teacher's grammar and the teacher sent Angelle to the office.

Angelle sighs, putting her knife and fork down on the napkin on the table. She begins to explain why she was called to the office, "I got called because the Principal Mr. Kanzaki wanted to give me my test scores for that math college test thing I did last week in the library, along with a few other carefully selected students."

Gianna sighs, her jealousy stems from Angelle being completely Imari and smart also having a lot of friends. Gianna knew that she would never get the chance to see what it would be like to be Imari. Instead of asking, Gianna bullies and makes up false problems in hopes to get Angelle kicked out or worse...exiled. Gianna also has no friends at school and does nothing without her mother. She has her mom's eyes and her dad's skin color.

17 year old; Donatello goes his own way, he realized his musical talent when he was 7 years old and did some kind of drum move on his desk with his pencils and was sent to the music room. Since then, Donatello has been trying to perfect every instrument known to man. His greatest challenge instrument is the grand Xico Piano that set in the living room. The reason is because it has more keys than a normal piano and the foot pedals on the piano was crafted weirdly, but Donatello loved it. He has his dad's eyes and his mother's skin complexion.

"Oh, you got the results for that back?" Their father smiles as he chews his steak.

Angelle nods and continues to cut her steak up, then begins eating. She pulls a sheet of folded paper out of her dress pocket and hands it to her mother. Her mother takes it, looking at her youngest daughter, unfolding the paper. She looks at it and her golden eyes widen in shock. "She aced that test!" She passes the paper down to her husband. He looks over it and cheers. Gianna slunk down in her chair and starts to push her food around on her plate. Angelle smiles.

Angelle is different from her siblings and parents. She doesn't have any powers of any kind, of course, that has been explained somewhat to her. She also doesn't look like either her mother or father. But, she strongly resembles the family's ancestor that started the Laroux and Lockheart family; Arrianna Lovelace-Laroux. Even though, Angelle has no powers, she tries really hard to make up for it by being smart and energetic.

Everyone goes around the table and tells all about their day. Donatello tells how he got a 'B' ins ome History class in the high school that he is in. Gianna only speaks of how she got in trouble for skipping class. She tells on herself a lot because she knows that their parents would find out eventually that she wasn't in school and would be grounded for 5 months.

In her room, Angelle gets in her bed hoping for a decent night sleep, she slinks down in her bed, sighing lovingly. Sleep takes her quickly.

Angelle is at the top of Sesagar Hill, a very high hill near the beach. There are dark clouds starting to glide in and pour down rain; heavily. She is watching the war happen; unlike in the other dream where she is the Mystical that betrayed them. "It's the war." She whispers as she watches closely. the once beautiful beach that she and her friends love is now covered in blood and body parts of both Imari and Mystical. Angella didn't really know why the war was going on or how it even got started. She watched as it raged and more body parts are slashed and gutted on the beach. Imaris shooting Mysticals while Mysticals defend their home and rip apart Imaris, some eat them while others suck them dry or their life forces and blood.—— The dream does a drastic scene change now. the sea Mystical what looks to be a sea Mystical drops the Infinities in the hands of a male Imari; smiling. The human smiles and eyes the wards; examining them to make sure they are the real thing and not some trick. "So, can I be human now? Like you promised me?" Angelle squints at her reflection in the eyes of the Imari. She knew who the sea Mystical is, but didn't know the name. But, she had seen the Mystical around town always moping and pouting about whatever. And would tell anyone that would listen, how bad its life is. The Imari laughs uproariously, "Stupid, foolish sea creature. There is no way to turn you into a human without killing you." He pockets the wards as he confesses his lie and pulls out a handgun. "You are so foolish and desperate, it's so pathetic." A shot rang.)

The shot causes Angelle to snatch up and out of her sleep, drenched in sweat from fear. With the sheets wrapped around her legs and waist, she wipes the sweat from her face and looks at the clock that reads; 7:09am. She sighs knowing that she is supposed to be meeting her friends at the beach for the day to discuss their project for tomorrow at 7:30am. She gets up and goes into her bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. Shaking her head, she washes her face and does all the bathroom duties. Coming out, she goes into her closet and pulls out a red and black skate shirt, blue jeans, and high top red sneakers that look worn due to overuse. She does have new clothes that she got for her birthday, dresses and sandals but refuses to wear some of them due to, too much color.

Sprinting downstairs, she sees her father reading the paper. He and her father were always the earlier risers in the family while the others slept in. When she was younger, her father would wake her up to pancakes and stories about Arrianna Lovelace.

"Going to see your friends today?" Her father asks not looking up from the paper.

Angelle smirks and walks behind the chair of which her father is sitting. "Yeah." She finds out that he really wasn't reading the paper but a book. Angelle pats her father's head, making him jump and close the book. He smiles. Angelle smiles and shakes her head, she didn't know why he was always trying to hide that he reads the same book. "It's alright, dad."

He sighs and goes back to reading. Angelle knew that her father got up to read a book, because once Donatello started on the piano it was going to be hard to get him to stop or even take a quick break. But, she knew her father had a huge library fll of books he collected over the centuries. She kisses her father's head and trouts off outside.