i am a huge fan of hush hush so i decided to do my own parallel fanfic to it... please review ~ M.
The day I died wasn't much different than any day of my life. At least, not until that night.
I woke up that morning a wealthy french teenager in 1872. My name was Claire Guevara. I was beautiful, black hair, crystal blue eyes. I was one of the most eligable bachlorettes of my time. Maybe that is why it happened. I hadn't realized I had become self absorbed. Not until I saw the man with the gun. He held it to the heart of a young homeless boy holding a stolen peice of bread. I almost kept walking. I still think sometimes that I sould have. But I chose to intervine. The boy got away. I was shot and killed. As I bled in the street I met Patch for the first time. Mortals cannot see the wings of an angel but as you die, the divine ability comes to your eyes. They were beautiful, white, pure as the sun itself. He carried me to heaven.
I only saw Patch once after that. He had fallen. His once magestic wings were broken and black, no longer able to carry him. I cried for the first time as an angel that day.
"Claire!" It was a hissed urgent whisper that brought me out of my thoughts. The year was now 2011, the voice belonged to my mortal best friend. "Pay attention or he's going to kill you." She hissed. I almost laughed but only I knew that our Sociology teacher couldn't kill me if he tried.
"Sorry." I whispered watching as she rolled her hazel eyes. Her brown hair was pulled back into it's usual curly messy bun.
"Kid, third seat, middle row, total hottie." she whispered, I raised my eyebrows at her. She gestured for me to look behind us. I did. The guy was mildly attractive. Blonde hair, green eyes, sharp cheek bones, and a well pronounced chin. He wore a leather jacket and gave a lazy grin as he noticed me looking. I smiled back awkwardly and turned back to Kat.
"Okay, a-a-a-and." I whispered expectantly.
"And your single."
"So are you."
"Not the point."
"Then what is?"
"I'm not a virgin." This made me pause.
"Maybe I like being a virgin." I countered.
"That's because you haven't had sex." Kat replied making me roll my eyes.
"Ladies would you like to share your conversation with the class?" Our sociology teacher interupted stopping me from telling Kat how much of an idiot she is mid-sentence.
"I don't think you'd really understand the concept Mr. Peters." Kat replied.
He raised his eyebrows but instead of sending her to the office like most teachers would. He countered with a "Try me."
Kat looked at me in alarm. Mr. Peters was a relatively new teacher and only looked to be in his early twenties. He had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was what I would have labeled as attractive. I shrugged at Kat who then put on her best smart assed face she could.
"We were just talking about," she paused for only a second, "sex." she said the last word with a slight jump of her eyebrows as if daring him to reply. I took in a deep gasp as the rest of the class broke out in uncontrollable giggles. A smile quirked at the corner of his lips.
"Sex, huh? And tell me Ms...?"
"Gregory."
"Ms. Gregory, why wouldn't I understand that concept?" it was a challenge that I knew could end worse than if he had just sent her to the office. I could feel her confidence falter beside me.
"Your a teacher." she replied finding no sarcastic comment to back it up.
"I am also a handsom twenty three year old man in my sexual prime." he stated causing all the females in the room to enter back into thier feverish giggling. For once my best friend was speechless. "Now," he said before she could reply, "back to sociology, shall we?"
well? what d'you think? review please!