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Got inspired for this chappie. (: xx

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LUX

     John and I automatically snapped our heads towards Cameron's direction. We narrowed our eyes and his eyes widened. "No." He said. John and I looked at eachother once again and communicated silently. I tapped my chin while John crossed his arms in thought. If Cameron wouldn't bring us to this 'school', we would have to go ourselves. We smirked at eachother devilishly; no pun intended.

     We both looked at Cameron again and his brows were knit in confusion. We tried to look as innocent as possible, and that was pretty hard for Reapers. Luckily, he believed us a bit. A bit. I remembered I had found a magazine that had the word 'Porn' on it. It was in his closet, and I was searching in there for the angel. I remember a face that the girl on the cover made. Her eyes were big and she had pouted. So trying to imitate the look, I made my red eyes large and pouted my lips.

     Cameron stared at me for a while in disbelief, and after a couple of minutes, he gave in and sighed. "I believe you." He stated. John and I had tried very hard to conceal our grins. We could find the angel soon and get this over with. Cameron left the room into his kitchen, to make 'sandwiches.'

     I looked at John and asked him the question that was lingering in the back of my head. "John, whats porn?"

     John's eyebrows creased as he tried to find an answer. After a while, he gave me his honest answer,"I don't know." We stared at eachother, trying to know what 'porn' was.

     "Lets go ask Cameron." I said, deciding that I wanted to know what 'porn' was. And thats exactly what we did. I went into the closet to get the top magazine that was on top of the 'porn' stash. After that, we went into the kitchen, Cameron eating his sandwich.

     "Cameron, what is porn?" John and I asked in unison. Cameron nearly spit out his sandwich. "Where'd you hear that word from?" Cameron asked, using his sleeve to wipe away the crumbs at the corners of his mouth. I showed the magazine to him and his eyes widened. On the top of the magazine was the girl with the pouty-look and her breasts were popped out. She was clearly exposed because she was only wearing lingerie. It was pitiful.

    "Her breasts are popped out! They're like, huge!" I exclaimed, stretching my arms out to make my point. John nodded in agreement. Cameron burst out laughing and shook his head. "I am so getting rid of my porn stash." He muttered to himself.

     John and I sat down on the stools next to me. I was sitting next to Cameron and John sat next to me. We kept spinning around in our chairs, enjoying the motion of the swivel-like chairs.

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     It was the next morning and John and I were still dressed in Cameron's clothes. His shirt was a bit too large for me so I snook a elastic-band-like thing and tied part of the shirt up right above the pants. He called them 'basketball shorts.' I wondered what basketball was.

     For John, the clothes fitted just fine. I was jealous that he could fit the clothes so easily because he was a man. As Cameron left the house to go to 'school', John and I secretly followed him, making sure we locked the doors.

     Cameron walked to 'school.' Apparently, he was only a block away from it. It was weird that he never noticed we were following his trail like lost pups. We kept ourselves visible because it'd be tragic to expose ourselves to humans.

     As we got closer to the 'school', I saw many vehicles parked in the lots, each of them different colors. The color that disgusted me the most was this pink-ish color. It was very bright and annoying.

     Cameron rushed into the 'school' along with other humans. Deciding that it was what we should have done too, we ran inside along with the humans. It was very crowded and these teenage humans were pushy. Literally. John and I nearly stumbled to our feet, but we kept our pace. These petty people wouldn't push us if they knew what we really were.

     John had found a door that had the sign 'OFFICE' on it. He pointed to it, motioning for me to go in with him. It reminded me of Satan's office. I guess thats what it was.

     "Hello?" John asked, his slight accent ringing around the room. The woman behind the counter's head snapped up to us. She pushed her thickly framed binoculars up her nose and asked us,"Yes?" To be honest, it was really rude. I softly glared at her, trying to not make a scene. For disrespecting us, I wanted to summon my scythe then and there.

     "We want to enroll to this school." I announced, anger slightly lacing my tone. She had the nerve to look down John. I assumed her to be about fourty and John and I were only eighteen, so isn't that a bit... creepy? Not to be a hypocrite or anything. "Oh, yes." She snappily said. The clack of her teeth coming in contact with eachother made a claw kind of sound. I inhaled deeply to control the anger that was slowly bubbling inside of me.

     "You can get your schedule tomorrow." She said. "Just get your parent's signature and fill out these forms." Her bony fingers were gliding around the board that had buttons on it. It seemed that this is what humans called 'typing.'

      John and I left silently, wanting nothing else to do with the office.