Falling Angel

Falling Angel- Chapter 1

Falling Angel

-Chapter 1-

"Nicolette..." A voice whispered into my ear.

I looked around, freaked out. I didn't see anything behind me, just the light blue wall of my room. I sighed and kept reading my book, leaning against the cool wall behind my bed.

"Nicolette..." The same voice whispered in my ear.

I jumped out of fright and threw my book to the other side of my room.

'Nice going idiot.' I thought to myself. 

I got up and went to the other side of my room, picking the book up.

"Watch out..." The voice whispered again.

Again, out of fright I through my book at the wall again. I was shivering, not because I was cold, it was because I was totally scared out of my mind.

"Honey, please come down stairs, its dinner time!" My mother told me, opening my bedroom door which was a few inches away from me.

Since I was crazily scared right now, I screamed a shrill loud sound.

"WHAT'S WRONG?" My mom shouted.

"Er, nothing... sorry..." I muttered, hugely embarrassed.

I put my book marked my page and set it down on my bed, making sure I read the rest later.

My mom exited the room before me, making sure to give me one last weird look. It's not like I imagined those voices, they were there, and I wanted to know what it was.

I hurried downstairs, 2 stairs at a time. At the second to last step I tripped on my sweat pants and ended up on the ground groaning.

"Nicky, can't go down stairs can you? Tsk, tsk..." My twin brother Vince said from above me, his gray eyes teasing.

"No comment, Vincent" I said.

Vince grabbed my hand and pulled me up. It was scary how alike we looked, we only had a few differences, I was a girl he was a boy (obviously), he was a jock I wasn't, and I was into art and he wasn't.

Vince and I walked into the kitchen, overtaken by the delicious smell of lasagna and garlic bread. I sat down and grabbed a plate, taking a good amount of lasagna onto my plate and one piece of garlic bread. I dug in, enjoying this meal to bits. These were rare times when my mom actually cooked well. I mean it's not like she cooks bad, she just...needs some work.

"So, children, how was school?" My dad asked while he grabbed some lasagna.

Oh, dang...Dad was in one of his moods, it was probably Vince's fault...

"Fantastic." I said un-enthusiastically.

"Good." My brother mumbled.

"How was the first day of pre-school James?" My dad asked my little brother James.

Whoops, I forgot about him... My brother James was like any other normal little brother, annoying, cute, can't annunciate, and thinks ass is a good word to say (oopsy). He was also 4 years old.

"Wub berry jood!" James said, giggling at the end.

What did I say about annunciating...

"Now, why did you skip class today Vincent?" My dad said through gritted teeth.

"Er...I-I..." Vince stuttered.

"Really Vincent! I told you to stop skipping class." My dad said his whole face red.