Fallen

Chapter 1

And the angels which kept not their first state. These angels, then, had fallen. Created holy, they had sinned and become wicked angels, or evil spirits.  -Jude 1:6 parallel.

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"Alexandria!" I woke up to my mother calling me from downstairs. "Get up now or you're going to be late to your first day!" 

Ugh. I almost forgot. My first day at a new school yet again.

I rolled my eyes as I pushed the covers off of me and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, I yawned loudly and I headed to my bathroom for a shower. 

As I turned the shower on and turned the knob all the way to the side labeled hot, I started to peel my pajamas off of me. I let my long hair loose from the bun I had slept in. As I stepped in, the water cascaded all over my body and I let out a long sigh. I could practically feel the sleep being washed away from me. I started to wash my hair and was comforted by the smell of my coconut shampoo. After massaging it into my scalp and rinsing it all away, I washed the rest of my body and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping myself in a towel, I came out of my bathroom and into my room. 

Despite the fact that I hated moving, I certainly loved my new bedroom. It was spacey and I still had my own bathroom. There were large bay windows that overlooked my backyard and the woods beyond that. The second day we were in the house, I went into the woods and discovered an old cemetery not too far back. Overgrown with weeds and vines, you could hardly make out where the path went. The most recent date I found on any of the crumbling headstones was the year 1863. Maybe it's just me, but I love old cemeteries. I figured I'd be spending plenty of time exploring back there. 

Sighing and turning away from the windows, I went in search of something to wear. Digging through my antique French armoire that my grandmother gave to me before passing away, I threw on a pair of blue lacy underwear and a matching bra. Then going to my closet and shuffling through it, I chose a pair of dark-wash skinny jeans and a simple white V-neck. I also just slipped on a pair of black Vans.

After deciding I was satisfied with what I chose to wear, I started blow-drying my hair and then curling it in big, voluminous curls. I have plum coloured hair and blue/gray eyes. And, thanks to my mother, I have high cheekbones and full lips. I did my makeup and as I was spritzing on my body spray, my mother called for me. Putting on a form-fitting leather jacket, I grabbed my book bag and ran down the stairs. 

Walking into the kitchen, I saw my mother pouring herself orange juice. 

"Are you ready, darling?" She asked, when she noticed me standing in the doorway.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I shrugged.

"Good," She smiled. "Now, here's a cereal bar and be safe driving. You're sure you know the way?"

"Yes, mom. I know the way. I'll be alright." 

"Okay, if you're absolutely positive." She hugged me and kissed my cheek and sent me on my way. 

 I walked into the garage and got into my black 2012 Chevy Camaro SS. Hitting the garage opener button, I pulled out of the driveway and started the drive to school. 

Maybe I forgot to mention this, but my family is pretty well-known for being wealthy. It's normally not something I like to show off, but I do love fast cars. I'm not exactly sure why my family is as wealthy as it is; as far as how we got to be so rich. All I know is that my father is never around because he's busy over in England making sure we stay rich. He's working for some top secret company or something. I don't really know. 

Punching down on the accelerator, I sped up and instead of it taking 25 minutes to get to my school, it took 10. As I got closer to the school, my heart started to beat a little faster. It's not so easy to make me nervous, but who wouldn't get nervous starting a new school, right?