A/N: Here is a story I wrote a while ago and am still tryin to update it. I have a bit of a writers block at the moment but I'll be sure add to it soon.
As fast as she could run, that's how fast she went. Farther and father. Huffing, she ran up the hill carrying something in her hand as she went. Looking behind her, she ran, sweating, up and up the hill until she got to the top. She looked all around at the thing that was chasing her. In all directions there was no sign of the mysterious figure she was running from for what seemed to be miles. She couldn't see as well as she would have normally because there was a thick fog setting in. She heard something behind her. It was calling her name. It was soft at first but it got louder and louder. She hastily turned around and saw the shadowy figure behind her, she screamed and there was a flash of light and...
Angel Parker woke up in shock. She lifted her head and a string of drool connected her cheek and the top of her desk. She had had this dream before. She didn't know what it meant and it was starting to get on her last nerve. She wiped the drool from her face with the back of her sleeve and looked up at the front of the room where her teacher was giving an abnormally long speech about something no one cared about. That was expected, it wasn't a very unusual class, all of them at Casper High weren't anyway. Not a very strange school either. A normal town too. Actually, it was very... not exactly normal, but not really strange either; it was an...ordinary town. Some out of the ordinary things would happen from time to time, but it was an ordinary town all and all. Ordinary with ordinary people, well...some. Angel thought of this and smiled. She didn't count herself as being filed under 'normal' because she was not. She looked down at her arm where she had a large white scar. It was not for everyone to see but, if you got close enough, it was clearly visible from the elbow up. She looked at it and rubbed it often, thinking about how she got it. Truth is, she didn't know exactly. She had been really young or...so she was told. She had been no older than 2 or 3 when she sat in the back seat of her parents' car on a rainy April, day (her birthday in fact although she didn't know exactly which one) when they didn't see a tree come down in the road and skidded off the highway. Another tree coming down hit the front of the car and her parents died. She had been trapped under the tree in the car, crying, until someone saw the headlights on and called the police. The thing that stumped her was, how did she get a scar if the rescue workers said she was perfectly fine when they got her from the car?
She looked out the window, holding her head in her hand and thought what her parents must have been like. She never got to know them and now lived with a foster family. The bell rang for lunch that minute and Angel zapped out of her trance. She grabbed her books, walked to her locker, shoved them in, and went over to the cafeteria. She walked in like any normal day and sat down at a free table to eat her lunch. As she did, she saw a fellow classmate, Danny Fenton who was in her 4th period, get thrown up on the lockers by the school bully, Dash Baxter. She didn't like Dash since the year before he purposely hit her amazingly hard in the head with a football. Since she was done with her PB and J, she thought she would see what she could do for Danny. She wasn't Danny's friend or anything but he was a nice guy that would probably do the same for her, if he had the chance. She got up and threw her lunch away and walked to the door where she saw Danny and Dash.
"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN FENTON!" she heard Dash scream from the hall. She ran down and saw Danny running her way. She was in the mood to give him a friendly scare so she hid behind the corner and waited for him to pass. When he finally skidded around the corner, Angel grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the band room.
"That was close," she said peeking out only to find Dash run the opposite way and down the hall.
"Thanks..." Danny replied, huffing and rubbing all the bruises he had accumulated.
"Any time," she said with a smile, "I hate Dash too."
"Who doesn't?" he said finding a very large bruise on his side.
"I'm just guessing but, that looks like it hurts" Angel said remembering when she got a bad bruise and how much it hurt.
"You're a genius," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice and a small grin on his face.
Danny looked out to see if Dash was long gone. He was.
"What did ya do anyway?" Angel said walking out of the room into the now, bustling hallway with him.
"I kinda fle-... I mean, ran into him," he said walking toward the lockers.
They walked and were getting their books for the next class when Danny's two friends, Techno-geek Tucker Foley and Goth-girl Sam Manson, came running over.
"Danny! We heard Dash screaming. Are you alright?" Tucker said sounding concerned.
"As good as I'll ever be, I guess," he said rubbing his bruises again. "And I owe it all to..."
Angel realized she never told him her name and he sure wouldn't remember it from one class a day where she never did participate in.
"Angel Parker," she said.
"Thanks again Angel I got to go, hey, aren't you in Lancer's class too" he asked quizzically.
"Yea" she said smiling at the fact he knew who she was, well...not really...he didn't know her name, but still. She really didn't get much attention by anyone because her status as on orphan. No one knew, but when she made a friend, every once in a while, they didn't want to hang out with her anymore once they found out.
"I can walk ya there if ya want," he said politely.
"Sure, we can keep an eye out for Dash if he comes along, there's safety in pairs." She said, noticing Sam and Tucker, she added quickly, "Or fours if your in that class too, I don't really remember."
"No, I got math" Sam said with a frown.
"I got history," Tucker said in disgust.
"See ya!" they both ran down the hall to there classes.
"Well, shall we" Angel said looking at Danny.
"We shall," he said with a smile.