it was pitch black, all around me. "where, am i"

i heard a voice chuckle behind me. i spun around. there was a man. he was wearing expensive looking robes, his head was void of hair. "who are you?"

"i am olba, to you child" a wicked grin was on his face when if felt a red hot pain in my back. two large black wings had grown on me.

i shot awake, my breath hinched. i laid my arm over my forehead and i got up, walking to the bathroom. i rubbed my eyes and looked into my reflection in the mirror, shocked at what i saw. my hair, which use to be long and brown, was now short and raven colored. one side a little below my earlobe, the other a few inches below my shoulder. my bangs were now long and fringed, covering half of my eye. my eyes were a light silver, a black rim around my iris. my skin was paler, snow like. i felt something stinging my back. i turned around, still looking in the mirror. there, in the middle of my shoulder blades, was a mark. two small black wings were tattooed into my skin. at least i still looked like i was 15

i stared shocked at my reflection. shaking my head i looked at my clocked. if i kept staring i would be late! i hurriedly brushed my teeth and hair. running to my room. i chose my black veil bride shirt that said 'we are the fallen angels!" what i didn't know was that shirt was all to true. i also picked a pair of skintight black jeans and my black leather jacket. i add one last thing. a necklace. the only thing my mother had left me, yeah I'm adopted. it had the charm of a black angel wing. i felt my tattoo sting. i gasped before i closed my eyes, focusing on getting the pain to disappear, and it did. i grabbed my backpack and ran out the door.

"akumu!" a familiar voice called. i turned around, my best friend aiko was running after me. "hey, sup?" he looked different to. his hair as short and pink, his eyes a purple/pink mix. his skin was now slightly tanner as well. i had became friends with aiko when we met at the orphanage, yep he too was an orphan.

"what happened to your hair?!" he shouted at me as we walked to school. "i could ask you the same thing"

"i woke up like this" "same here" we arrived at the school, "time to go to hell" aiko said

"does that make the principle satan?" i asked innocently. Mr. malconal, our principle was in my mind, and almost the whole schools, including the teachers, was satan himself.

"yep" he swaggered through the school gates like the fashion king he is, i mean, who could pull of wearing a fur coat, pink jeans, and a button up red shirt with white angel wings, and be male!, i mean come on people!

"sup akumu" my other best friend, hikaru appeared next to me, making me jump. "DON'T DO THAT!" i grabbed at my chest, trying to even my breathing. he just chuckled. he had also change. his hair was now a silver blue color and was now at the gape of his neck, his eyes were a bright green and his skin tan. Also if you guessed it hikaru too is an orphan. Oh and im the youngest of the group. the others are 17. I skipped two grades. ima smarty pants ;).

"cool make over" i say chuckling "same to you"

i giggled and flipped my hair "why thank you"

the bell rang. i sighed. akio pulled me to my class, hikaru trailing behind. we got seated and our teacher came into the class.i swear she lives in the closet! we began our lesson. urghhh, i hate history.

the loudspeaker chimed 'hikaru yumiya, akio suteki, akumu karasu, please report to the principal's office at once!" we looked at each other, bewildered.

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