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“I’m a little nervous, I mean it’s high school,” said Lizzie “you know?”
“Yeah I guess,” said Lisanna
“Really, you could be a little bit excited,” explained Lizzie
“No, it’s high school”
Here we go again, school all over again, how boring. I hope it’s more interesting and fun than middle school. To be honest, I don’t like schools, because I don’t like the humans very much, they can get annoying, just like this angel over here, she’s annoying. She knows that though, because I called her that so many times. Anyway, This school doesn’t look to bad; I wonder what kind of people there are. I looked at my classes and my first class is orchestra; I use to play a lot of instruments like guitar, piano, violin, and cello. Now I have to pick my instrument, I think I’ll pick the string bass. To be honest, I love playing instruments it’s my favorite thing to do.
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There’s an assembly, oh great! Right before the class starts, now I have to see everybody. I thought I could hide and not let everybody see me, but of course everybody has to be in the auditorium. I can’t believe I’m sitting near strangers, why do I have to be shy dammit. I noticed this guy, that sitting two seats away from me, staring at me and he hasn’t stop. He looks like a newbie like me, and kind of shy because when I looked back at him, his cheeks turned red. He still kept staring at me; I looked away because for some reason I can’t look him straight in the eyes without getting embarrassed. That’s a first, I can’t even read him clearly either, he’s hard to read, I wonder why. He’s sure a mystery alright; it bothers me not being able to read him, especially since he’s staring at me, interesting. The assembly is about welcoming the new students at Black Heaven High School, which is an odd name to me; why would the school be named that in the first place. The assembly took about twenty minutes and the same guy doesn’t even move, he’s still staring at me, throughout the whole assembly. Thanks to him, I barely paid attention to what they were saying because, he distracted me. When I get up and leave, with everybody else, he doesn’t take his eyes off of me, and he noticed that I noticed he was staring because, I kept looking back. As soon as I get to my classroom I look back, just in case he might have the same class as me, and he stopped staring and went to his class.
I didn’t know what to think after that, but for some reason I felt excited inside, which was weird. First hour class starts and I realized that Lizzie doesn’t have the same class as me. That’s okay; I can deal with a couple of people on my own anyway. My teacher introduced herself and her name is Ms. Uriel. She told us to introduce ourselves and she wanted us to play a game.
“Okay students,” explaining Ms. Uriel, “Would you please say your name and then add one thing that you like to do.”
The class introduced themselves and she handed us two pieces of paper, the first one was about letting us pick an instrument. We have a choice between a violin, viola, cello, or string/double bass; I chose the string/double bass, mostly because I already know how to play violin and cello. I want to try something new this year and that’s playing the big string bass. Most of the classmates chose violin, I wouldn’t blame them it’s really awesome to play I like it very much. The second one, of the piece of paper, was a permission slip for the instrument we get, it’s stating that if anything happened to it then, we have full responsibility for it, and our parents have to sign it. Ms. Uriel started to call our name, one at a time, to hand us an instrument and measure them, to see what size each one of us needs. I got my instrument and it was big, but not heavy, I really like it already, even though I haven’t played yet. We got situated and this girl comes up to me:
“Hi, I’m Amelia, what about you?”
“Hey, I’m Lisanna.”
“Cool name, your mom must be very creative to give you that name.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
I think I made a new friend, she seems nice, but I really don’t want to build friendships this school year, It’s to much of a risk.
“So, what kind of instrument did you pick?” Amelia asked.
“The string bass, what about you,” I answered.
“I decided to choose the violin,” Amelia replied.
The whole class hour we had to find the right instrument and after that, Ms. Uriel made a chart on her computer to keep track which instrument is who’s now. The bell rang and we headed to third hour, my third hour is math on the second floor. I didn’t think I would have to go to the second floor on the first day, come on give me a break. I went into the classroom and sat down where my name was on the table. Then the bell rang again, passing period was over, there was this one guy that was late and it was the same guy from the auditorium that kept staring at me. I didn’t know what to do and what made it worse, he recognized me. Also, his seat was right in front of me at the table, I looked at the name on the table, and his name is Michael. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me, I try to ignore him, but I can’t. Finally, the teacher introduced herself; her name is Mrs. Charlotte, I like that name it sounds pretty nice. She gives us work right off the bat, nice real nice, just to think I was actually starting to like her, well forget her! Now since he’s closer, I can see his face clearly and he’s really cute to be honest. No wonder why I felt excited when he was staring, I didn’t realize it then, but I think I like him, oh great just great, I didn’t want to get involved into anything dammit. Well sometimes I can’t help it, but I don’t know what I’m going to do.
I shouldn’t get involved with him, I need to keep my distance and ignore this feeling about him as much as I can. I wonder how that’s going to turn out, it’s never happened before. How am I supposed to tell Lizzie, I don’t think I’m going to tell her. I finally got done with my work, now I can draw, like I wanted. I started drawing an angel flying in the air and a fallen angel sitting, looking up at the angel. The fallen angel was a male and the angel was female, he had his wings partly burned. Then, I felt like someone was looking at the picture, I get those kinds of feelings to protect me, it’s something I inherited from both sides. I look up and I see Michael staring at the picture I was drawing, with his hands in front of his mouth. He looks interested in the picture, then all of the sudden, he looks up at me and stares. We just stared at each other, enough so that I lose track of time. I just go back to drawing and I finish it finally and throughout the whole time, he was staring. So, I’ve decided to show him, I lift up the picture and show him. He moves his hands away from his mouth and smiles, his smile is really cute, I couldn’t help, but smile back. He turned red as a cherry, when he saw me smile back; we just stare at each other and smile. Finally I move, only to hide my face behind the drawing because I am so embarrassed. I heard a giggle and I look at him again, I was still hiding behind the picture. I don’t understand why I feel this way though Angels and Demons don’t have feelings like humans do. It is weird there is something similar about him to, it is his soul, impossible no souls should be recognizable no matter what happens to it.
“You’re so shy,” said Michael quietly almost enough where I almost didn’t hear him. I stared at him in shock because I didn’t think he would have the guts to even say a word to me.
“So are you,” I said shyly.
“At least I can look at you without trying to hide my face,” Michael giggled.
“Shush, w-why do you keep staring at me?” I asked.
“Cause I can,” answered Michael, I put down my drawing down and I cover my mouth, and then stare at him.
“Oh, why do you want to though?” he smiled and put his hands back in front of his mouth.
“I have reasons; you ask a lot of questions.”
“I know, I have reasons to,” I looked away while saying it.
“Wanna know something?” he asked.
“What?”
“……….you’re beautiful,” he said while staring at me, I felt like I was burning on my face.
“…..” I didn’t say anything because I don’t know how to reply to that. he just look away, his face was redder than earlier, I looked away to and didn’t really say anything back. It was time to go to the next class and the teacher told us we can leave, all we did was sat there and said nothing left. I pick up my stuff and start to leave to my next class, then Michael tapped me on the shoulder.
“ I did mean it by the way,” Michael said, I was wondering what he meant by that, then I remember what he said to me that made us go silent. Michael just walked away to his next class. My next class is writing/language arts, I entered the room and sat down waiting to see if I have class with Lizzie, so I wait till passing period ends. I have no one I know in this class, which is fine, because I want to think about earlier, back there I couldn’t comprehend and take all that in, but now I can think and sit silently til lunch. The teacher introduced herself her name is Ms. Whitmer, she handed us a piece of paper that had spelling words on it and a couple of sentences that you have to place the words in. Basically elementary work easy as pie, then I’ll have time to think before lunch. I wonder how long I’m gonna stay here, I wanna go back to where I belong, if that is where I belong anymore, maybe it’s just best to stay in this dimension, I feel someone tapping my shoulder. I look to see who it is and it’s a girl, she looks about my age, she seems like a shy person like me. She has blue grey hair, she’s wearing glasses, she’s short like a smurf. and she looks Asian Konichiwa and she’s carrying food with her.
“ Hi, I’m Raven,”
“ Oh hi, I’m Lisanna,” she has blue braces, I notice it when she talks to me.
“ Oh that’s a nice name,” said Raven while smiling, seems like she’s being friendly, she must be new here to. There is something odd about her, but I can’t put my finger on it.
“ Thanks,” I smiled back
“ Your welcome,” she turns to do her work, I was already finished with it and waiting for lunch. Speaking of lunch the lunch bell rings and we head on to lunch. We’re allowed to sit anywhere we want at the lunch tables. The lunch room looks pretty big for a lot of people. This school has three floors my fifth hour is on the first floor so is the lunch room. There are a lot of plain lockers and I mean a lot, it’s like the whole school was meant to be a locker school. Anyway, I’m in line waiting for food, oh by the way I found out this is 3rd lunch, there are three lunches, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd, to split up the classes, I guess to make the lunch room have more seating for people considering there isn’t a lot. Raven is at one of the tables because I guess she bring her own lunch, anyway so I’m waiting in line still and I sense that someone is staring at me again and I bet I can guess who, so I look in the direction and boom! there he is sitting at the lunch table hands in front of his face and staring right at me. I guess he’s not eating lunch, but how did he know I was standing here, I guess he was looking around and he found me. I said to myself that I wasn’t gonna get involved, but if he’s gonna stare at me then, that might change and if he’s gonna keep talking to me. Luckily, Lizzie has this lunch I don’t think she notice me yet, but at least I’ll have someone I know here, so I can sit with her and not pick a random seat. Once I get my lunch I find Lizzie already sitting at a lunch table, and I go and sat next to Lizzie while at the same time scaring her. She didn’t know that I had lunch with her, I laughed and sat down, then I notice that Michael was close because I notice that Lizzie sat a table that was in front of him, of course he was staring, I wonder why Lizzie picked this table, that was glued to my mind. Lizzie notice Michael staring at me, I was on my phone until Lizzie tapped me on the shoulder.
“What?” I said confused
“ You do know there’s a guy staring at you on the other table.”
“Yes I do,” I said looking at her with a straight face, she looked so confused.
“why?” Lizzie asked while giving me a look
“I don’t know” I said while shrugging my shoulders. I didn’t want to tell her about him, because I knew she would’ve been telling me to go for it , when I’m trying to avoid the situation. Besides, it’s forbidden to like or even love a human, and Lizzie knows that, but she don’t care. I don’t understand though why doesn't she care, also why does that rule exist, who even created that rule. it’s not like angels have those feelings in the first place.
“ Hey, wake up, stop daydreaming” said Lizzie while shaking me.
“What?”
“ What do you mean what?’” asked Lizzie
“ I don’t know?” I said with a confused face
“ Anyway. I know you know something about that guy,” said Lizzie
“ I don’t know what’re talking about,” I claimed
“ Liar, now tell me,” demand Lizzie
“Later”
“ Fine I’ll ask later then”
“Okay” I didn’t think much of it, because I was gonna tell her sooner or later because I can’t keep it in. I got pizza for lunch and I only ate the crust because the cheese felt like rubber in your mouth so, I only ate the crust. The high school lunch is way worse than middle school. No wonder why Michael won’t eat lunch, because it’s really gross, it don’t even taste like real food. Lizzie didn’t mind eating it, Michael was still staring and he was alone.
“ Want to go sit with him?” asked Lizzie
“ Oh uh I don’t care,” I said nervously
“Okay then let's go,” Lizzie said while pulling me out of my chair. we walked toward him and sat across from him, I looked away.
“ Hi, I noticed you were staring at my little friend here,” she says while nudging me, I gave her a mean look, she smiled.
“Oh,” Michael said very quietly while staring at me, he don’t even pay attention to Lizzie, which was odd. We just stare at each other and Lizzie just kept looking at both of us.
“Okay then it is very obvious what is going on here,” said Lizzie while looking at both of us, we both look at Lizzie confused.
“What?” me and Michael said at the same time. Then we looked at each other and looked back at Lizzie.
“Are you guys that clueless,” Lizzie said with a blank face.
“Well we don’t know what you’re talking about so, yes we are clueless,” I said looking at her confused. Then I realize what she meant at first.
“We-” I covered her mouth before she could say anymore, and she glares at me. The lunch bell rang and we got up to leave while Michael is looking at us confused. Michael also got up to leave; we left to go to our classes and I walked Lizzie to her class.
“ Really, you just realized what I meant earlier,”
“Shush,”
“ Oh you don’t want me to tell him, this is a first by the way, you know, liking someone,” she smiled
“ I don’t like him!” I claimed
“ uh-huh, he sure does like you though,”
“Whatever get to class,” I said while at her classroom door, I covered my mouth and smiled all the way to class, but before I got in my class I see Michael walking by, he was with a couple of people and he was smiling, like with teeth showing basically a big smile on his face. I was shocked to see that he looked at me until he couldn’t see me anymore. I walk back in class feeling overwhelmed with happiness, I don’t even remember when I was happy like this.
“ You sure do look happy,” said Raven while sitting in her seat.
“ It’s nothing” I said
“Okay” said Raven while smiling. I just stared at the clock until it was time to leave because I finished my work before lunch. Raven isn’t much of a talker, I don’t blame her, I don’t really like the people in this school they all seem odd to me, interesting. Yay! the bell rings and it’s the last class finally, the day will be over for school. I have history class and I see Lizzie already in the classroom, I walk up to her and she realizes we have the same class as me. We chose a seat next to each other and waiting till passing period is over. I see Michael walking in and I realize he has this class and then Lizzie notice to and call him over to our table. The class was set up into table groups, so he sat across from me, I looked at the window, trying to avoid the situation as much as possible. The bell rings, the teacher introduced himself, his name is Mr. Perry and he’s a history teacher.“Were gonna watch a document and take questions on it after,” Mr Perry said, of course during the whole time Mr. Perry was giving us instruction, Michael doesn’t pay any attention to him and just stares at me. I try to avoid eye contact as much as possible, Mr. Perry starts the documentary.
“ You know you could take a break from staring at her” whispers Lizzie to Michael, he just keeps staring at me.
“ Why? She seems to not mind it, do you?” asked Michael, I looked away not saying anything.
“ Do you?” asked Lizzie while nudging me. I looked at her and shrugging my shoulders
“ I-I don’t mind it,” I said nervously, while turning my head towards the window and covering my mouth. Michael looked away from me to Lizzie giving her a look of I told you and looked back at me. I look at him and Lizzie, Lizzie decides to ignore us and watch the documentary, she doesn’t like it when someone is right and proves her wrong. Michael stops staring at me and lays his head down, arms folded and everything, he’s probably gonna sleep during the documentary I wouldn’t blame him it seems very boring to me. Since I didn’t have any work to do I decided to draw again and listen to music to keep me busy. I decide to draw an angel with some light coming from the top and some chains wrapped around her wings pulling her down from going up to the light.
“ Why are you always drawing angel and demon like creatures?” whispers Michael while poking my wrist to get my attention. I look up and pull out my earbud, realizing that he was watching me, I guess because I was so focused on drawing.
“ Hmm? Sorry I don’t mean for you to repeat yourself ”
“ It’s ok, why are you always drawing angel and demon like creatures?” Michael asked again
“ Um, no reason in particular, I just draw whatever comes to mind,” I try not to make it awkward
“ Mmm....okay” replied Michael, I was wondering what was going through his head it made me nervous. For once I can’t read someone’s mind which is weird I can see through people’s mind easily, but with him I can’t.
“ Are you interested in knowing the story behind the drawing?” I asked him
“ Sure,” he replied
“ Okay, It’s about a girl who is trapped and trying to find the way out, but she can’t, she’s exhausted, but she never gives up. The chains that are wrapped around her wings represent the pain she’s going through, not just physical pain, but mentally to. An angel has wings for a reason, the wings are a part of their bones, they’re the extension of their body and they are emotionally attached to their wings. To have them trapped like that or even pulled off is the most terrifying and horrifying thing that an angel can experience. The pain is crucial because the wings are very sensitive it’s like losing a piece of yourself because it's that important to angels even demons. The light represents the hope she has and there's not a lot of it, but there is still some. She hopes for a lot, like for someone to come rescue her or her thinking a way out of it. She never loses hope because she’s always looking on the bright side even though it’s harder to do then to just accept the darkness and live in it.”
“ Does she ever get out?” asked Michael
“ ……….I don’t know” I replied
“ How could you not know?”
“ Because it isn’t over, the story never ends” I replied, Michael just looked at me confused.
“ Interesting, how would you know so much about angels and their attachment to their wings?” said Michael
“ Is it really that interesting, some people wouldn’t understand it very well, and uh I just made it up” I said
“ Why don’t people understand it very well?” asked Michael
“ Because It’s complicated to some people,” I answered
“ Oh,”
“ It’s interesting how you are understanding it a little bit,” I said, Michael just shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to say. I look at the clock and we got like twenty minutes left, I wonder when the documentary is going to be over. The documentary is over Anne Frank and I already know the whole story, but I don’t know how long this video is. I hope we get out of school before it's over so we don’t have to answer questions about it. I fold my arms and put my head down on the table with my arms cushioning my head. Michael watches the clock waiting for it to say 3:20 so we can get out of school. I wonder a lot about this dimension, but I’ve been here for almost my life so I should know this place more but I don’t, I guess because I’m not human. I feel someone touching my hair more like playing with it, I look up and I see Michael’s hands going through my hair. I didn’t realize he moved next to me, I guess I was so deep into thought that I didn’t hear him. I was so shocked that when I pulled my head up surprised, he stopped and just look at me.
“ Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” said Michael
“ Oh it’s ok, I didn’t realize you moved,”
“ Oh,” he smiled and chuckled
“ Why were you touching my hair?” I asked
“ Cause you have beautiful hair, I like it, plus it’s soft” He said while smiling, he seemed more cheerful than earlier I looked at him confused.
“ What?” he asked
“ What?” I said
“ Why are you looking at me confused?” he asked
“ Oh it’s just that you seem more cheerful than earlier,” I answered
“ I do?”
“ Yes you do, your even smiling more,”
“ Oh,” he said while his face turn red and he smiled even bigger and looked away I couldn’t help but smile.
“ You know you can continue to mess with my hair I don’t care”
“ Are you sure?” he asked
“ Yeah”
“ Okay, weirdo” he said while smiling, couple minutes later the bell started to ring that means school is over yes! finally. “ Someone doesn’t like it here” Michael said,
“Yeah well I don’t necessarily like people so” I got up and pushed my chair in and walked out of the classroom with other people walking and Michael right behind me. I took out my phone and looked to see my notifications there was only facebook notifications so I just left it alone and started to walk out the doors for buses. Yes, I take the bus, Lizzie takes the same one as me to, so we live near each other. I have an adopted family that I’m living with, most of the time I’m not even there because they don’t care anyway. So, sometimes I just go with Lizzie or I go to my house that I secretly built in the middle of nowhere where no one can find it. It’s in a forest, I want to keep my creatures hidden as much as possible because people would freak out if they saw them. Some people think they’re extinct, some people don’t believe they ever existed, but they did because my mother had one when she was young. I rescued my creatures, people call them dragons I call them my family because they been with me my whole life I rescued them when I was ten, the day after my mother’s death, because I was lonely and I felt guilty, but ever since I created them they’ve kept me company for the time being. I named the girl, Yuki, meaning snow; lucky, she’s an ice dragon and I named the boy, Hono, meaning flames because he’s a fire dragon.
