<P>Coming from the golden, whole world above to this two year old's painting <BR>disaster was not what I was looking forward to. Earth was grey, like the child's <BR>paint all mixed together. My senses were all blurring. The overwhelming noise <BR>and motion - not to mention sound - was mixing together in my head. I looked <BR>over at my sister, and angel like myself. Our eagle like pure white wings spread <BR>wide and together we soared over the dreary place the human I would be <BR>protecting called home. It wasn't as bad as the city, but it wasn't heaven.<BR> It was a small town with an elementary school, two high schools and a <BR>college. But that wasn't the thing on my mind. I was now off to find the girl. <BR>She was five five, blue eyes, and wavy beach blonde hair stretching to the <BR>center of her back. She was eighteen - a high school senior. I would have to <BR>enlist at the hell hole she called school.<BR> Her family was poor, but she herself was - I can't believe I, and angel, am <BR>saying this - beautiful. Not only beautiful, but gorgeous. I guess being on <BR>Earth was already trying to take away my angelic thoughts and actions. Let's <BR>just hope she looked better from heaven than from earth.<BR><BR><BR> The first day of school. Some students look forward to it, but not me. The <BR>place was hell - tests, quizzes, dumb teachers, and the popular kids who made my <BR>life miserable. Not to mention my fighting and cheating parents.<BR> I got out of the shower and dressed in a mid-thigh jean skirt with a see <BR>through red long-sleeved shirt, a white cami underneath. It made my top half <BR>look like a strawberry with whipped cream. I blow dried my hair straight and put <BR>in a red hairband to match the shirt, silver bangle brackets, a silver locket, <BR>and white four inch heels.<BR> I sighed. I was a senior, and this year was going to be yet another boring, <BR>same old year. Let's hope this year's boyfriends wouldn't be the jerks.<BR> Speaking of strawberries, that's what were on the table for breakfast. I <BR>called a thanks to my Mom and left. My silver convertible was a used car, but at <BR>least it was in great shape. The first owner had been a family friend, so I'd <BR>gotten it really cheap. I drove to school, heading to class just as the bell <BR>rang.<BR><BR><BR><BR> I took the seat that the middle aged teacher assigned me, and when the bell <BR>rang she began passing out literature text books. I rolled up the sleeves of my <BR>white button down shirt, bored. I chose the white one because I thought it would <BR>remind me of my home. There was a noise at the door and a tall, thin but <BR>athletic looking girl in a thin red shirt came into the room. She tried to walk <BR>quietly to a seat, but the teacher saw her.<BR>"It's the first day of school, for god's sake, Miss Evans!" the teacher scolded <BR>her. The Evans girl winced. I looked her over, and recognized her. My guardee.<BR>"Where-" she tried to talk, but it was obvious the teacher didn't like her very <BR>much.<BR>"Next to Chad Peters." she pointed at me. I have to admit the girl blew me away. <BR>She looked absolutely ten times more amazing than from above. She smiled at me <BR>as she sat down.<BR><BR><BR><BR> Chad Peters was the most stunning guy on Earth. He was tan, with blonde hair <BR>that looked shaggy in a hot, movie star way. He had blue eyes that were more of <BR>a silver. Just looking into them showed that he'd seen a lot of things - things <BR>no eighteen-year-old should see. I have him a quick glance as he started <BR>writing. On his right wrist were the words 'What Goes Around Comes Around' <BR>permanently tattooed on his skin. I didn't think it was bad - one tattoo. Two <BR>was the limit for me, as long as they weren't big and colorful and extremely <BR>ugly.<BR><BR>"Hey little miss bitchens." Kelsey Walker rammed into me in the hall, my books <BR>spilling from my arms. I the papers flew out and I barely registered as Chad <BR>bent to pick them up. I tripped her as she walked away, and she grabbed hold of <BR>her girls for support.<BR>"At least you can defend yourself." I looked up. Chad was holding my books, <BR>smiling.<BR>"Yeah, well tripping is the least I can do. Everything else ends up getting my <BR>in deep trouble. I'm Eve, by the way." I held out my hand and he took it, <BR>shaking it warmly. My arms tingled when he touched me.<BR>"What class do you have next?" he asked.<BR>"History." I sighed.<BR>"Is history not good?" he raised an eyebrow, making my smile widen.<BR>"The teachers here don't like me very much." I held out my hands for my books.<BR>"I have history next too - I've got your books." he winked and I could feel the <BR>color rising in my cheeks. I opened the door to the classroom, and we sat down <BR>together in the back.<BR>"Any more tattoos?" I couldn't help asking.<BR>"One." he smiled and unbuttoned another button on his shirt. He pulled it aside <BR>and showed me the Celtic cross on the right side of his chest. I smiled. <BR>"Besides that I'm clean."<BR>"Nice." I couldn't think of anything else to say. But I did notice he didn't <BR>bother to re-button his shirt. "So where're you from?"<BR>"Florida." it seemed to be the first state that popped into his mind. Probably <BR>because it was on his mind a lot.<BR>"Wow. I wish I lived there."<BR>"Yeah, me too." he chuckled. "But this place isn't so bad. I thought it would be <BR>the worst thing that would ever happen to me."<BR>"Well I'm glad your liking it." I looked up as other students started coming <BR>into the classroom. "Any siblings?"<BR>"A sister. She's out of school for today, but she'll be in our grade. Her name's <BR>Lilly."<BR>"That's a nice name." I murmured to myself. As a kid I'd awash wanted to be <BR>named after a flower.<BR>"You?"<BR>"Nah, just me and my shitty parents." I sighed. "I was an accident - the child <BR>they never wanted to have."<BR>"Sorry." he looked at me.<BR>"I've gotten used to it. They're glad and never care when I don't come home on <BR>the weekends. They can throw their own parties and get drunk and fight all they <BR>want."<BR>"Do they fight a lot?" I almost told him to shut the hell up and mind his own <BR>business, but something stopped me.<BR>"Yeah. It wouldn't be a bad thing if they got a divorce."<BR>"Don't say that." he nudged me. I smiled at him.<BR>"You'd say it too, if you had my parents." I sighed. He shook his head, a small <BR>smile still playing over his lips. I looked to the front of the plain classroom, <BR>his smile playing over in my head.<BR><BR> When school ended, I drove to my aunts house - I didn't want to stay at my <BR>parent's. But came ten o'clock, I got a call.<BR>"Miss Eve Evans?"<BR>"Yes?"<BR>"This is the Kelis Central Hospital. We need you to come right away, family <BR>emergency." I closed my eyes.<BR><BR></P>
