Fly Free

Chapter 3 Azrael

I see Iris is Zuri as they push each other out of the car.

"Move Iris! I need to see Cassius before I go to Hell!" Zuri shrieks that Iris.

"How do you know for sure that you'll go to Hell?!" Iris asks Zuri as they shove each other.

"Be quiet! We don't want everyone to know that were angels!" Zuri hisses at Iris. "Earthlings do not tend to stay calm when unnatural things happen." Zuri says she looks around cautiously.

"Oh, look." Iris points to my direction. "Azrael! Azrael!" Iris starts to run towards me. I can tell she got to fly this morning, judging from her clothes. I would love to fly as much as Iris does.

"Hey Az, how was your morning?" She asks while she starts to walk towards the doors of our school.

"Eh." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "Did you have a good flight this morning?" I say as I look at her as if it was obvious(which it sort of is).

"It was okay. I got yelled at by Zuri though. As you can tell I didn't really have time to change." She looks down at her pants. "Did you get to fly today?" She asks. Her golden, dirty blonde hair falls from behind her ear.

"No. I didn't have a chance to. My mom was bugging me all morning." I reply in an annoyed voice. "She keeps complaining to me that I fly too much, but I always say you can never fly too much." I look up at the sky. I keep my gaze on a certain cloud. It is a gray and dark. It is getting ready for the choosing tonight.

"Can you believe that our choosing's are next week? Where do you think you will go?" She asks me. She looks down at her feet. She begins to slow her pace and eventually stops. She stares at me with tears in her eyes.

"What if we get split up? What if we never see each other again? What if we-" I grab both of her shoulders and begin to shake her back-and-forth. She looks at me with fearful and stunned. Her hot tears form a stream that flow down her cheek and onto the hard, cold cement.

"Don't worry about that now. Think of the time that we need to spend before our choosings." I loosen my grip on her shoulders. She quickly gets embarrassing and whips the tears off her face.

"Ladies!" We turn to find our English teacher inside the doors of the school screaming at us. "I don't know what you're talking about, but you need to keep track of your time! 5 minutes before you are tardy!" He walks inside and shakes his head back-and-forth, mumbling words that are hard to hear.

I look back at Iris with caring and soft eyes. "Remember if we do get split up we have one chance to switch from where you are. We can talk through letters too you know." We slowly walk into the school for another dreadful day.