Maxine's french fry drops out of her mouth and on to her plate. I can see the look of fear, shock and discust form in her eyes. I get a sick feeling in my stomach. Oh god. I think, crying out in my head, She's going to tell. It will be all over. Angels can't lie so I'd have no way of covering up my idea, plus I have a daggar at the bottom of my backpack. Slowly, Maxine gets her voice and swallows.
" You're joking, right?" She pleads to me, her eyes wide. "You're a good girl, Julian. You wouldn't-"
"Why shouldn't I?" I half whisper, half snap. "You know what he's done to me; to my family. I thought you'd stand with me. I thought you'd fight for the greater good!"
Maxine doesn't reply, and I almost scream in frustration. I knew better. I know better. Without a word, I get up and walk away from the table. The sound of angels laughing and talking fill my ears and I resist the urge to shout at them to all be quiet for just one moment. But I can't. And I won't.
I find my way out of the outside cafe and into the school. Everything is either white, a light pink that makes your brain hurt or yellow. White stands for truth, the light pink for love and yellow for happiness. That is what they expect all these students to be like. I am not.
My locker is the last one in the hallway, and because it seems to be taking me forever to get there, I fly as fast as I can through the last hallway. I reach the locker, out of breath and thoughts, and grab my books for last period. At last period, we take our backpacks to the class, so we can leave right after. I struggle to get my hands from shaking as I take my backpack off the hook and place it firmy on my shoulder. I don't think it's the daggar making me nervous, it's the idea of getting caught with it.
The bell rings to soon for my liking and I shoot off to the class before anyone can question me, espically Maxine. Like a kick in the stomach, I realise I have this period with her, and the thought makes me almost throw up my lunch. Why had I told her?
Even though I left before everyone else, I was the last angel there. I took my seat in the back of the room. directly infront of the white board. Maxine sits a few seats ahead. I can't see her face, only her really high ponytail. She flips through the pages of her textbook carefully. I gulp.
Please! I pray in my mind. I won't do anything bad again if you could just let me kill my father without trouble! Weirdest pray ever.
Father walks in and I almost drop the pencil I'm spinning in my hand like a top. Everyone falls silent, but no one is more shocked than me. Out of the courner of my eye, I see Maxine shoot me a look. It's as gone as it was fast and I never saw her expression. Knots form in my stomach. The daggars carves its' way into my thoughts, digging deeper. I feel the pressure. What if I killed him now?
Father gives his perfectly fake smile and begins to speak. The entire time he avoids my gaze, but I force myself to stare at him. Without even thinking, I unzip my backpack and feel the daggar's hilt. I gap alittle. Nobody notices. Everyone is inthralled by father's speech. I, however, can't hear what he's saying. It sounds like buzzing to me. I consintrate on the distance between my father and I and quickly realize, that with my knowledge of kinfe throwing (none.) I would never make it.
Making as little noise as I can, I get up with my backapck and walk to the counter. There, I have a clear diagnole shot. I close me eyes and breathe in and out from my nose. I'm so nervous I can barely understand what's going on around me. I pull the daggar up slowly so only you can see a slight glint of the end. I turn back to my father. He's waving his hands in some crazy motion to explain his point to the kids, who are nodding and staring in awe. I take my gaze to Maxine. She's quiet, and looking down. She knows. I admit to myself. Finally, I pull the knife out and put it bu my side. I turn, feeling my face heat in rage. With a loud cry of anger, hurt and pity for myself. I fling the daggar.
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Devil's Angels: The Satan's Son (Book 1)
FantasyMy older brother is dead, My mother and twin are banished My father is a monster hidden beneath his skin. My name is Julian Zanderson, and I'm an angel. After sixteen year old Julian Zanderson's failed attempt to rid the world of her father, she fa...
