The A Team

Chapter 2: Do You Really Need a Double-Chocolate-Cheesecake?

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Angel's P.O.V.

I make my way into lunch after being released from my cell of fourth period. Man, it's only lunch time? Geez...prison keeps us locked in our for to long per-day. Plus, I've always thoughtthat high-schoolers should get to have nap time because, I mean, come on! We do over three times more work than those little munchkins in kindergarten. But they still get the nap time instead of us...pfft.

I walk up to the lunch line, grab a tray, and make my way to the buffet style counter with all of the "food" in greasy, scummy, tin containers. The troll-

-I mean lunch lady, with a snaggle-tooth, mole the size of Mars, and and pale wrinkly face, looked at me with such a look of hatred. He...she kept that lovely look as she so very carefully poured my beans into me tray so that it smacked back up and hit me in the face. Along with a few splatters on my shirt...my white shirt.

She squints her eyes as a fake smile appears on her "face". But trust me, she isn't trying to hide the fact that her smile is as fake as Lillian's blond hair.

I huff and get the rest of my "food" in haste. Even though it looks more like charred animal flesh than a hamburger. I wrestle with my book-bag straps as I sit down at one of the putrid, grey, vomit-stained tables they have here at my "luxurious" prison. I carefully set my "food" on the table to avoid anymore atomic bean splatters in my face and on my clothes.

Anna looks up smirking, then realizes that someone is apparently standing behind my back and brightens her face with a smile and a look of: AH!!!-he's-right-behind-you!-Act-hot-or-else!

It was one of those smiles she has when her eyes are so wide they look like a balloon at a county fair waiting to be popped by some little six-year-old girl in a tu-tu. Leaving her poor mother to try and calm the crying child.

She has both of her lips rolled between her teeth where she tries to bite down hard enough to stop her cheshire-cat smile from springing out and blinding anyone within a ten-foot radius of her.

Yeah, she uses the whitening-strips...

Her creepy lip-bite soon fades as she then also notices the brown glob splattered on my face and white shirt.

Pfft. Not anymore.

She points to her face, miming for me to wipe it clean with a napkin, while looking like a maniac. But before I can do so, I hear...The Voice. No not like the TV show... Even though I do love that show. And last year was awesome with Shakira and Usher guest-starring. And all of those people with really great voices. I still think that that one girl should'v-

Stop it Angel! Focus! Anyway, the voice. Yeah, that evil, smooth, captiva-wait what!? Ok, so forget that last part... That evil voice that constantly mocks me for reasons I don't even know and don't even make sense.

"Hey, Halo-head, I think you got a little smudge on your white robes of glory. Didn't Gabriel give you those?" I hear the voice say. "I don't think that the big man upstairs would be to happy about that now would he Sunflower?".

The voice of Lillian then chimes in,"Oh, what a shame. You poor little Angel." She emphasizes my name at the end.

They're rude remarks about my name drive me up the wall. Especially since everyone has been making fun of my name since I was in, like, 4th grade.