This is not a story for the soft hearted. This is not a story for the closed minded. This is a story for those with a little of the Devil inside. "The sadness of music sifted through me like grains of sand; every note fell into the cracks of my bones and wedged its pieces, becoming parts of me. The melancholy tasted bitter-sweet on my skin; every piano key carried the flavor of his chapped fingertips. The exquisitiness of the soul harmony softened my armored heart; it stripped it bare, delicate, exposed to Apollo who wished not only to be a warrior with a bow, but also to pierce hearts with a song." A new age story of Gods favourite angel, and of one naive girl who still believes in fairytales and forever afters.

Average. That's what she is and apparently will ever be, or at least that's just what others see her as.

Susan is having problems with quadratic equations, so she asks the smartest guy in her class for help. He agrees to tutor her, but only if she'll do it in her bra. There's no way Susan would agree to something like that. No way. But then, she really needs to get her grades up, and a bra isn't all that different to a bikini top, right? The story of an unusual friendship between two teenagers who prefer to be alone.