A/N: So what's up? Ok so I would love some feed back. Tell me what you think, and if you like this. If you think Fang belongs with Max then don't read this. Don't worry this will NOT be a Mylan fic. No flames!
Disclaimer: In the books there are no Sarah and Kirsten k that means I own them but not the original characters. I might forget this please don't sue me!
"Crap!" I yelled as a pain shaper than any knife shot through my back. I've been having back pains for the last couple of weeks but just a few days ago they started coming worse and far more often. Weirdly, the only one who has every experienced pain like this is my best friend Kirsten. My name is Sarah and I'm normally described as evil, devious and cunning. So I like to get my revenge, so what? I look into the mirror at frown at my straight boring brown hair. Kirsten has it so lucky; her blonde hair always falls perfectly into place.
Oh well, I think and grab a bottle of red hair dye. Time to take care of this boring mess. I start dying my hair, which is now going to be bright red, and I think about why my back would be hurting like this. The only explanation I can think of is when a couple of months ago, me and Kirsten went to a special appointment someone had scheduled for us, not even our parents knew who, and they gave us a shot before sending us on our merry way.
As I get out of the shower, I am pleased to find my hair a shocking red. My smile is soon whipped off my face as another burst of agony erupts in my back. I drop to the ground and bite down on my tongue, hard. Red spots dance in my vision and as soon as it comes, it's gone. I walk slowly to my room and sit down on my bed; I turn on the TV to the news. I love watching the bad stories. They're the only good thing on. And yes, I have been called sadistic many times.
"We now go live to Andy Harrington, Andy what do you have to tell us?" A news anchor tells the audience. There is more plastic on her than in the TV that she is currently on.
"Well Andrea, we are here with witnesses of the new phenomenon that is what is now being called 'the angels'." A grainy clip rolls of what looks like 6 oversized birds. But if you look close you can make out arms and legs. "Could these be the real things? Or are they just clever hoaxes?" They are being way too dramatic. Everyone knows that children don't have wings.
My phone rings and I pull it off its hook. The voice of my fourteen year old friend Kirsten sounds, "Sarah, you are so never going to believe this."
"Try me" I say as I stare in the mirror looking at my new wings.