Angels and Demons
Angel
I walk into my new school. Everyone stares at me. I haven't been accepted into they're little cliques yet; I'm different. Boy if they knew. Mum and me walk into the reception, as more heads turn. We explain to the staff in the reception that I'm new, and they send me to the head's office.
"So, Evangaline. You'll be starting in Year 10, is that correct?" The tall, fat headteacher asks me.
"Yes sir." I say somewhat nervously.
"And you're a complete stranger to everyone here?"
"Yes sir."
"Then you'll need a buddy." He picks up the intercom and tells them to send in Luce.
He walks in a few seconds later. I'm surprised, I was expecting a girl.
"Luce, I'd like you first to give Evangaline atour of the school. Then tell her about it's history then take her to her lesson. The office has her timetable; you'd better go there first."
Mum says that she'll stay and chat with the headmaster for a while. I miss her as soon as I leave the room, I've always been home-schooled, I was used to being with her all the time. But she said I had to start school in year 10 to do my GCSEs. I miss her.
Out in the corridor Luce and I start walking to reception. I look at him. He's quite handsome really. He's got long straight black hair, not very long though, it's in a messy style. He's wearing a dark shirt and black jeans, but his converse are bright blue and black checked. We must look weird, walking next to each other. I've got long, curly, honey-blonde hair, and I'm wearing a white top and a long pale cream skirt. My shoes are high heeled silver sandal things, and I have a string of pearls around my waist. My mother says I must always look my part, and that's angelic. She's always called me Angie or Angel. I suppose she likes me to remember what what I am, and that is an angel.
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