Crowley h a t e d highschool.
W h a t in ever loving frick w a s it?
He didn't even remotely struggle to fathom why so many kids just didn't show up. In fact? He felt bad for the poor little life-wreckers.
Not too bad, though, because most kids in there were dickwads anyway.
So far, in this tragic little hellhole, he'd been pushed, nearly slipped on the mounds of rubbish littering the stretching corridors that he swore were all identical, and practically scrapped a puny year 7 who seemed to think he stood a chance. Sidenote- he didn't.
Armogeddale High School.
That's what his planner read, anyway. The planner wasn't even that impressive- certainly minimalist- a dark blue cover with the logo, a timetable that made virtually no sense along with every school week printed neatly on a spread of two pages, and a useless little notes page that would fit a whopping two words, he was betting. Good for drawing non-PG cartoons, though, so he guessed he couldn't complain.
In honesty, if her weren't on his last straw down under with h e r, he has no doubt he'd have turned down the offer within a heartbeat. Just that- it wasn't exactly a choice. More of a.. "YOU DON'T GO DOWN THERE AND START SOMETHING R I G H T NOW AND I WATCH YOU MELT IN UNDYING PAIN AND MISERY" or, you know, something like that.
So, here he was, walking through yet another unending hall, biding his time for the first bell's ring.
Well, it'd certainly be an adventure.
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ineffability: Schooled. A High School Good Omens au
RomanceAziraphale and Crowley are given a new challenge to face- one bigger and harder than any come before it. British high school. The angel and demon were asked by their respectful leaders to scope out the trouble, and in Aziraphale's case s t o p the t...
