"Class, we have two new students today. Please welcome Angelica and Santana Jones." We walk in, and even without looking, I knew that all eyes were on us. My hair was sashaying behind me and my eyes were flying around, locating all possible escape routes, when my eyes fell on a brunette with green eyes sitting by two boys, one with brown eyes and hair and one with blonde hair and green eyes. Something's special about him, Angel. Someone's got a crush, someone's got a crush. Oh, and you don't? What about blonde. I fiddle with my crimson gloves, which show my pale skin and crimson nails, and side-step in my crimson converses. Angel, like always, is smiling, like all is good. Then again, that's all she sees, literally. If someone just barely brushed up against her, they'd both see one of her happiest times. If someone looked into her eyes, they'd both see one of the someone's memories. Me, on the other hand, I see the worst. If someone touched me, they would see one of my worst times. If they looked into my eyes, we'd see one of their worst memories. Ironically enough, I have devil horns, fangs, and tail, while she has an angel's halo, wings, and healing abilities. We still on for tonight? You bet, sister of mine. Every night, since Daddy died, we go out and stop people from hurting others and helping the victims afterwards. I punish while she helps. "Girls, do you mind taking off your sunglasses while indoors?" our new teacher asks. We nod and take off our sunglasses, as asked. Everyone gasps at the sight of our eyes. Mine are a translucent red, while Angel's are pure white with the iris' being the same as others. They don't always look this way. I have my fangs and tail out, which is why they are out. My eyes are only a full red when my demonic appendages are hidden inside me, like how my horns are. Angels are only a full golden colour when her wings and halo aren't out. He, our teacher, apologizes, saying he didn't know we were blind. "We aren't blind, Mr. G. Our eyes look like this because our mother was sick when she gave birth to us." He nods, not believing us. I ask where we sit. "By Ethan and Benny. Boys, raise your hands and try not to get them into trouble." The two brunettes I saw earlier raise their hands. Angel sits beside the boy with green eyes, who introduces himself as Benny, while I sit in between her and Ethan. Ethan holds his hand for me to shake. Angel, need some help here. Just shake his hand. Why, he didn't do anything wrong. Just do it. I breathe in and shake his hand, only to see something I've wanted to forget ever since it happened.