Angel with a shotgun

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      In heaven
       "Many say half bloods don't survive. How could this brat survive undetected?!" "Angela don't sweat it she isn't a danger," said Michael.  Angela glared at the male.  "How in the world do you suppose I leave her be?!" Michael sighed and stopped polishing his sword.  "If she was really a danger the boss would have sent us after her," Michael said in an annoyed tone. 

On earth

Alois was taking _____ home in the carriage. Claude was driving it when he stopped the carriage to get the two a blanket. When he returned he saw that the alois had also fallen asleep.

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Upon arriving home Claude carried alois while Hanna carried ___ to their rooms.  The next morning they woke up to coffee/juice and pancakes in bed. "Whoa so fancy," _______ said excitedly exclaimed.  She then stuffed her face while alois ate slowly sipping his coffee. 

_______'s pov

        I kept stuffing my face with pancakes happy to have something to eat.  I kept eating til there was no more left on my plate. I accendently let out a belch and blushed. "E excuse me," I said shyly. Hanna laughed at this and I couldn't help but look at her confused. " You are such a sweet heart," Hanna exclaimed. I smiled still confused. "Um thank you," I replied questionably. Hanna took a napkin and wiped my mouth as she was giggling. "Bah," I said trying to get her away from me. She took the tray and left right after. I crossed my arms and huffed. "I was saving the crumbs for later," I thought. I heard something rustling in the armwar. I got off the bed and checked it out. I took a candle holder and opened the doors to the armwar. Inside was what looked like a boy with white hair and violet eyes. He looked at me and screeched. I hit him in the head which knocked him out. "DADDY," I cried out in fear. I knew full well how an angel looks. My dad came running in though he was half dressed...  "What happened," my dad asked and he looked mad.  "There's an white haired boy in my armwar," I exlamed.

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