The Angel's Game

Chapter One: People Kinda Suck

         Once upon a time, (isn't that how this kind of story is supposed to start?) there lived a young high school girl. Who was sitting home alone on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, watching television. Outside the girl's respectable home the wind howled and .snow began to blanket the ground. A sense of dread seemed to hang in the air.
Okay, sorry about that. I thought my story would sound cooler if I made it sound all official. Well, apparently it didn't.

         Disregarding my pathetic attempts at catching your attention, let me introduce myself. My name is Angel Callister. I am your average girl. I'm not very standout among my peers. (In any way, sports, academics, other various extra-cuticular activities.) But hey! On the flip side of that I also stand out because I don't stand out. Well, kinda.  Anyway enough basics on me for now, I can fill in details as we go. Let's get on with my story.

          I really was sitting at home alone, the Saturday night when when it all began. I was watching "Supernatural" on Netflix, munching on a bag of candy. Really, I was quite content. But who wouldn't be when they have a bag I candy and T.V.'s best Eye candy? Anyway I was getting ready to start the 5th season when I heard the sound that sent shivers down my spine.

Giggles.

       They were coming from my back yard, with increasing frequency. So in this moment I realized I was either going to be killed in some cliche, way too bloody manner, or my friends snuck into my back yard and had planned some trivial event for my birthday.

          With a sigh I pushed myself off my couch and made my way tore wards my bedroom to get dressed before facing my friends, or serial killer. I still hadn't decided which would be a less painful. With my iPod playing in the background I grabbed my clothes.

          Finally dressed in black skinny jeans a red tank top and my favorite black leather jacket, I was ready. As soon as I slammed my feet into my favorite pair of converse, that is. For a second I even considered wearing makeup. I knew the moment I stepped out that back door, every inch of me would be under scutiny.

          Of course a moment later I had to let out a laugh at my mental picture of what my face would look like if I actually attempted cosmetics for once. Let me help you imagine. Imagine a clown that made out with a drowned raccoon. My problem is I always put on too much make up (hence the clown) and then try to wash it off (hence the raccoon). So, usually I stay away from make up.

         As I neared the door leading to my backyard I had to pause and gather myself. This would be an interesting night. I fluffed my stick-straight, shoulder length hair to try an give it some body, then I yanked open the door to face the firing squad.

          "Holy sh-" I started to say.

         "No cussing! You'll make my ears bleed!" My bestfriend Cass frowned at me. Apparently she had been waiting at the door for me. Cass was a really cool girl. A little too innocent maybe, and a lot too hyper. (Imagine a baby bunny that ate 10 pounds of that sugary powdered candy. The ine that comes in the annoying paper tubes.) Yet, some how she was my bestfriend. My bet friend that apparently thought it'd be nice I I had a beach themed party. There were tiki torches and those flower necklace things everywhere. There was even a giant pool in the middle of my yard it was one of those large ones that when it gets cold you just cover up with the solar covers.

        Why am I freaking out about it though? Oh, I don't know. Maybe it has to do with the fact, my family doesn't own a pool!

       "Cass! I don't know how, but I wa-" Any lecture I had prepared was lost as Cass shoved a mini hotdog wrapped in bacon in mouth and then proceeded to run away with a squeal.

            There were even people in the pool! It's winter! It is barely 20 degrees outside! It's Illinois, people! Does any one understand how silly this is?  My car was sitting in the driveway covered in frost, yet there were people having a hay-day in their skimpy swim clothes. Ridiculous!

             "I would've been better off with the serial killer!" I muttered as I wandered through the group of people.
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       It took forever but I finally was able to rid my home of people. A glance at my clock winking it's red letters at me revealed it was almost three in the morning. My parents would be back around 7 at night tomorrow from my little sisters singing event thing.

        I was starting to fall asleep as I became aware of a shape at the foot I my bed. I was able to get a better look as I sat up and whipped the nearest object at the person. Which turned out to be my phone. My "better look" wasn't much better since I couldn't see his face because the guy was doubled over. (I may have accidently  hit him in the no-no place.) Even bent over I could tell the guy was tall though. and he had short curly hair. My room was pretty dark but it looked like even in daylight his hair would be black.

             While I was busy checking out the intruder instead of getting the hell out of dodge like a normal person, he stood up. Honestly once I caught a glimpse of his face I don't know if you could've payed my to run away. He had these lips that were full without being too big. They looked kissable. An his eyes. His eyes were the ocean. They didn't just mimic the ocean before a storm, no. You could see the movement in them. They struck the same terror in me as getting caught in choppy water would. Terror, filled with pleasureful adrenaline. He was gorgeous.

           He was pissed. I did through my phone at him though, but hey he's the stranger in my house.
"Angel Callister. I choose you. You are my choice for the Angel's Game." He started out certain in what he was saying yet he finished his declaration as if it was a question.

            "Woah. Care to state your name? Or what your game even is? You're extremely hot, but I don't feel the need to play any variation of "fire truck" with you." What can I say? I'm a candid person.

              "Oh, sorry." He said quietly looking at his feet. "My name is Nico. I'm an angel. And I need you to go to battle with me. It'll test us socially, academically, and physically. You have no choice though. So don't bother arguing! Please?" I am not a fearsome person. At 5'5" I don't exactly make people shake with fear. Yet, this boy looked like I was going to bite his head off.

             "Okay, when do we leave?" I said sliding out of bed. I have never seen anyone looked so surprised on my life.

                "R-re-really? You- you actually wa-want to g-go?" He stammered.

               "I have no reason to stay here. I live in my sisters shadow, and my parents don't notice what I do anyway. So, why not?"

               "Okay, well we can leave now. You can take someone to sit in the stands and live with you on your day off. Who would you like to take?" He was still watching my like I might jump out of the window.
               "Cassidy Rivers, but call her Cass if you like your life." I said, right about now was when I looked down an notice my attire. I was standing in front of a supposed angel (don't worry I know he's crazy) in nothing but my tiny underwear! I instantly dove for my covers and covered my exposed flesh. Maybe my answer wasnt all that surprised him. 

              "Well, I will go get Cassidy and then be back for you. Will you be ready in an hour?" He asked. A peek from under my blankets revealed my angel blushing and staring at his feet.

                "Yeah, I'll be good." I replied wondering what I had just got myself into. Well, atleast i will be a story to tell my kids one day. Hmm, I wonder if crazy angel boys can have kids.

           "Goodbye for now then. I love you." He said quietly. With a slight whooshing noise my room was empty.