If she'd gone to bed in April, and woken up with wings, then Alexa would have been honestly gobsmacked. Wouldn't anyone?
But to go to bed in September, of that year - and to wake up with wings - was a duck of a different feather, altogether.
Alexa wasn't the first. She wasn't even the hundredth. She was just part of the epidemic - the horde of heavenly angels, taking over the Earth.
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Teen FictionAngels are perfect. Angels are winged beings, beautiful and divine. Angels are... Well, actually, we might have to re-write the rulebook on angels. Because, all over the world, there's a new phenomenon occurring. Or you might call it an infectio...
