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My Soul To Keep.
"…Unless you say yes to a deal." Ripper said, backing away from me and Bug, an evil smirk plastered on his face.
Great.
I'm laying here dying, and Alex and Bug are talking business.
I should have know coming to Riverton was a bad idea…
XXX ONE WEEK AGO XXX
"Oh God." I murmured to myself, hugging my knees to my chest. Rocking back and forth, my knees slightly tapping the wall in a rhythmic pattern.
I was huddled in the furthest corner of my bedroom, lights out, and listening to my parents fight.
"You're a fucking worthless piece of SHIT!" Father yelled, throwing something against the wall. Perhaps my mother.
I started rocking faster, saying the only prayer I've ever known, "Now I lay me down to sleep-" I flinched as my wall shook and banged.
"Bastard!" Mom yelled.
"Fucking bitch!" He screamed back.
"I pray the Lord my soul to keep-" I said, continuing to rock.
I herd glass smash in the other room.
"My soul to keep. My soul to keep. My soul to keep. To keep. To keep. To-"
The sound of a gunshot shut me right up.
"Oh God." I said, crawling to my lamp.
I wanted so desperately to turn it on, but what if the one who shot the gun would come for me next?
I took my hand away and crawled under my bed.
I counted one minute before someone came into my room.
"Angel?" My mom whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Angel, sweetie? Come out. It's OK." She said soothingly.
Slowly, I came out from my hiding spot.
My mom cried in relief and took me into her arms, "Oh baby! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She cried.
My mind and body were numb, "Mom?" I whispered, "Where's dad?" I paused, "Did he-did he shoot you?"
She didn't answer right away, and I herd sirens outside.
"No. No, he tried, but he was too drunk and missed. As soon as I realized that, I fell over and pretended to be dead. He was going downstairs, he tripped and fell, and landed on the fire poker." She paused, "He's dead, Angel. Your father is dead. " She said finalizing the situation.
I did something I never expected myself to do: I sighed in relief.
The police came in after that, my mom told them everything that had happened.
They sent her to the hospital to get stitches for her arm, seeing as my dad had thrown a vase at her and had left a very ugly looking cut.
We were aloud to grab some of our things and we left for my birth town- slash-Aunt's house in Riverton.
XXX MY SOUL TO KEEP XXX
I must have fallen asleep; because when I woke up I was drenched in sweat. All I could remember from my dream was a pair of blue eyes and an evil, maniacal laughter.
I looked out the window at the passing forest, black with night, and tried to shake the fear that threatened to overtake me.
About half an hour later we pulled up to my Aunt's house. The lights were on. She'd been expecting us.
We got out of the car our bags on our backs, Aunt Destiny waiting for us at the front door.
"Oh dears." She said, hugging my mother and I, her long messy hair caressing us. "Come in, come in. I'll make us some cocoa."
I've always admired Aunt Destiny. Her house always smelled of herbs and flowers.
Destiny handed us our cocoa and her and my mom chatted a bit.
I stared absent-mindedly into my glass.
"Aunt Destiny?" I said, interrupting their conversation, "I'm tired, do you mind if I wash up and go to bed?" I asked, not bothering to take my eyes off the glass.
"Of course, dear. Your room's all ready for you."
"Thanks." I said and practically ran to the upstairs bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I stared at myself in the mirror.
Brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. Not much to look at.
I stared at my eyes and briefly wondered how they'd ended up green when everyone else in my family had brown.
I turned on the faucet and splashed warm water on my face. When I looked back at the mirror I jumped in shock, my green eyes had turned blue! Blue!
I closed them tightly and when I opened them again they were normale.
I sighed deeply, "I'm going crazy." I said, walking into my room, "And talking to myself isn't going to make me any saner." I continued, crawling into bed.
DREAM:
"Your soul is mine!" A man bellowed at a young girl with black hair, green eyes, and pale skin.
The man held a bloody knife and the look of madness filled his eyes.
A figure came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground.
In the light I saw the figure was a petite woman. She would have been beautiful if she weren't covered in blood and totally insane.
"She mine!" The girl yelled, stabbing the man in the throat.
He fell to the ground, blood spewing from his wound.
The woman took the knife away and started for the girl.
The scene froze and the girl looked straight at me, "You must find the Condor." She said her words echoing off invisible walls, "He will protect you." Protect, protect, protect. "Retain the balance." Balance, balance, balance. "One week before this…becomes you." She said, gesturing to the scene.
"Angel, wake up!" Someone shouted.
I looked around as the scene dissolved.
"Wake up!" The voice yelled again.
I put my hands over my ears and tightly closed my eyes. The voice was so loud!
"Come on, Angel! Wake up!"
When I opened my eyes I saw my mother's face hovering over me.
"There you are!" She smiled, "I thought you'd be lost in La-la land forever."
"Mom?" I asked, dazed, "What time is it?"
"Seven O'clock. Hurry, get dressed."
"What for?" I asked, throwing back the covers.
"For school! We're enrolling you today!"
"What?" I asked, giving her a 'you're-serious-and-I-hate-you' look.
"Yes. Now get up!" She ordered, leaving the room I finalization.
I groaned and flopped back down on my pillows.
Fifteen minutes later I slowly made my way downstairs, wearing my favorite gray skinny jeans and a black Tee that said 'Muffins are ugly cupcakes'
"You ready?" My mom asked, looking me up and down.
"Yeah. I just need to find y shoes…" I said, looking around.
"The silly comic ones or the knee-highs?"
I glared at her, "Knee-highs, and they're not 'silly'. They're Batman. Respect the cape."
She rolled her eyes, "They're by the door."
"Thanks." I said, not sounding thankful at all.
Why did I have to go to school anyway? I have just suffered a traumatic experience. You'd think that'd get me some sort of break, right?
When I went to put my foot in the shoe I lost my balance and fell backwards onto my butt.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, getting more pissed off with each passing minute.
"Angel!" My mother gasped, "You know I don't like to hear you swear." She scolded.
"Well la-di-fucking-da." I mumbled under my breath.
I grabbed my shoes and walked outside, slamming the door behind me.
I went to open the car door…only to find to locked.
"Fucking great." I said, leaning on the side to put on my boots.
I looked across the street to the neighbor's house and a kid with dark, curly hair waiting outside the door.
When it opened a boy with sandy blonde hair stepped out.
They both stared at me until I looked them straight in the eye, then the turned away, embarrassed.
I chuckled to myself.
Boys.
Boys who were kinda cute.
Maybe today wasn't going to be a total bust after all.
"OK. Let's go." My mom said, coming out of the house. "The school's not far, so you might have to walk sometime. Is that OK?" She asked, backing out of the driveway
"Yeah. Sure." I answered, watching the house disappear behind us.
A moment of silence passed before Mom said, "I noticed you looking at the neighbor boy."
I looked over at her, my face reddening, "I was looking around and happened to have glanced at the neighbored boy. That's all."
"Uh-huh. Riiight."
I huffed in irritation.
After a few minutes we were at the school.
"You ready for this?" She asked.
"No." I replied honestly.
"Too bad." She said and together we made for the main entrance.
Butterflies fluttered around my stomach as we entered the office.
My mom talked to the person behind the counter and together they convinced the counselor to set up my classes today.
"Listen baby, I've got to go. But you're in good hands, OK? I love you and…try 'n behave yourself." Mom said, kissed m on the forehead and left.
"OK." The counselor said, carrying out a large packet, "I need you to pick out one elective."
I picked out a study hall.
The counselor went back into her office to print out my schedule.
I herd a bell ring, signaling the start of first hour.
Great. Now not only am I new, but late as well. I thought angrily.
The counselor came out with my classes. "We don't have an open locker yet, but I'll tell you when we do, OK? Until then, just carry your backpack with you." She said and hurried me out the door.
Outside the office I looked at my bag, it was black and red with a red heart on it.
I shook my head in disgust and looked at my schedule:
First hour – English
Second hour – Geography
Third hour – Geometry
Lunch
Fourth hour – Geography
Fifth hour – Gym
Sixth hour – Biology
"OK." I said, heading down the hall and looking at the numbered doors, "English, English, English…English!" I exclaimed happily, noticing the numbers on the door matched the ones on my paper.
"Awesome." I smiled and opened the door. Instantly, I bumped heads with a person on the other side. "Not awesome." I mumbled.
"Sorry." I said, looking up to see whom it was that I'd bumped. To my surprise it was the sandy haired boy from this morning. "Oh, jeez! I'm sorry, are you OK?"
"It's fine. It was my fault, I should've been looking." He said, rubbing his temple.
"Are you sure you're OK?" I asked looking into his eyes.
My jaw dropped as realized his eyes were blue. The same blue eyes I'd seen in my dream.
"Blue eyes…" I whispered.
"What?" He asked.
"What's going on you two?" The teacher asked, walking over to us.
I could hear people snicker from the inside the room.
The teacher gave us a suspicious look and I got the feeling that she was the type of teacher that made class fun.
I had one of those at my old school…I disappointed her by almost f ailing her class.
I showed her my schedule.
"Let's see…" The teacher said, looking at her seating chart, "You can take the empty seat in the back." She said, pointing to the vacant desk.
"Thanks." I mumbled, walking to my chair, trying to ignore the eyes that followed.
"It looks like we have a new student, Angel Sorensen. Everybody say 'hi' to Angel."
A few kind souls muttered a hearty hello, whilst everyone else simply stared back to the front.
While the teacher was making the other students take notes, I stared at the boy's curly hair, in front of me.
I guess I was running into familiar faces all over the place.
"I've got stuff to do. So why don't you all just get to know Angel while I'm gone?" The teacher said, and left quickly out the door.
What could a teacher possibly have to do, besides…well teaching a class? I wondered.
I looked around uncomfortably. Everyone was chatting excitedly with their friends.
I jumped when somebody snuck up behind me, yelling "Hey!"
I turned around and saw an attractive Asian boy smiling goofingly at me.
"Um…Hi. I'm Angel."
"Oh, yes you are." He said, winking.
I couldn't help myself, I giggled.
Curly-haired walked over with Blue-eyes and stood beside the Flirt.
"Jay, take it easy. You don't want to scare her off already." Curly-haired said, "Hi. I'm Alex Dunkleman. That creep is jay Chan, and this is Bug Hellerman." He said, introducing everybody.
"It's a pleasure meeting you." I said, feeling delighted that I'd already started making friends.
I looked over and saw a jock looking kid eyeing us from the side of the room.
I could practically hear the bum-bum-buuum as he walked over.
"Move it Fuckleman." He ordered and pushed Alex out of the way.
Um…OK? Question Mark… I thought, unimpressed by his behavior.
"You're new here." He said, "So let me make this easy for you. Stay neat these…freaks and you won't last a week in this school. Stick with me and nobody'll ever fuck with you. Your choice." He shrugged.
Let's see… spend the rest of my High School life miserable and bully free. Or spend it with possible friends that could help me out…
Hmm…
I rose out of my chair, "How about: Piss off, dick face. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
He glared at me with such a fierce amount of hate, I couldn't help but smirk.
"You better watch yourself, bitch." He warned and shouldered Bug as he went back to his group.
"Whoa." Jay said, marveled, "You just stood up to Brandon O'Neil."
"I'm guessing that's rare around here…" I said, still fuming.
"Yeah. 'Round here, nobody messes with Fang's dog."
"Fang's dog?" I asked, now totally lost.
Before he could answer, the bell rang.
"What class do you have next?" He asked.
"Geography." I answered, looking at my schedule.
"I'll take it from here." Alex said, grabbing my shoulder and leading me in the opposite direction of Bug and Jay.
"By the end of next hour, you'll know everything there is to know about this school." He said, happy to have an audience.
True to his word, Alex told me everything. The Fang Gang, Brandon, and every other little piece of info. About the school. All by the end of Geography.
"Wow." I said, taking it all in.
"Yeah." HE agreed, but seemed relatively pleased to see me so stunned.
"I'll catch you at lunch." He said and disappeared into the sea of students.
As it turned out, I had Geometry all by me onsees.
I was too excited to see my new friends to pay attention, though.
So when the bell rang for lunch, it was no surprise that I was the first one out of the room.
I was a little disappointed when I didn't see anybody on the way to the cafeteria. I figured I'd wait them out by going in the ever-lasting lunch line.
By the time I'd gotten my food, most of the students were seated around circular and rectangular tables, chatting away.
"Hey Angel-face!" Jay Chan called, scaring me half to death.
"Jesus!" I cried, "Stop jumping out at me!" I yelled, but was seriously glad to see him.
"Follow me." He said creepily and led me to a table in the back of the lunchroom.
Sitting there was Bug, Alex, and a new arrival.
"Jerome, Angel. Angel, Jerome." Jay introduced.
"Hi Angel." Jerome said.
A quick glance made me realize he was blind.
"Er…Hi"
"Jay, how's that puppet for Ripper day comin'?" Alex asked.
"Fuckin' awesome." Jay exclaimed.
"What's Ripper Day?" I asked, clueless.
"You didn't tell her about Ripper day?" Scolded Jay.
"Must've forgot." Alex shrugged, then proceeded to tell me the Ripper's tale.
"So let me get this straight. A week from yesterday is the birthday of seven of you?"
"Yep."
"Well….That's my birthday, too!" I exclaimed.
"Now way!" Jerome said, "The Riverton Eight?"
"Cool." Jay agreed.
"That makes you one of us. Welcome to the club." Alex said, smiling.
The rest of lunch was spent making jokes.
I almost spit up my milk. Twice.
After lunch I followed Bug to Study Hall.
"Is Bug your real name?" I asked, trying to make covneresation.
"No. It's Adam."
"Why do they call you Bug?"
He paused, "I don't know." He answerd honestly, and walked into class.
"Ok than." I aid and folloed after him.
The teached assigned me a seat next to a very preppy looking girl, who was talking to another preppy girl behind her.
"Have you seen the way that Red-haired Jesus freak looks at him?" The one behind asked.
"He's crazy. I mean, look at him." The one infront said and together they stared at Bug.
I clenched my fists together, "Are you guys talking about Bug?" I asked.
"Well who else is a ticking time bomb?" Behind asked and giggled.
"I'm going to ask you once to stop." I warned, my fists clecnhcing tighter.
"What? You're friends with that freak?" Fromt asked.
"I said stop!" I said feircley, hoping they's back off, and I wouldn't get into any truouble.
"Or else what?" Front asked, snobbishly, "You gunna beat me up?" She asked daring me to do something. "Bug. Is. A. Freak." She said with a smirk.
And that was that. I stood up in my chair, gaining the attention of everyone in the room, "THAT'S IT BITCH! I TOLD YOU TO KNOW THAT SHIT OFF!" I roared.
The fear in her eyes was almost enough to make me laugh. It felt so good making her scared of me. And from a simplie outbust, too.
"Sorensen!" The teacher yelled, "Detention room, now!"
"Whatever." I said, grabbing my bag, "S'long as I don't see this bitch, I'm good." I said and stormed out of the room.
"Fuck." I whispered, the adrenaline wearing off, "My mom is gunna kill me." I huffed in frustration.
"Um, hello. Do you need help or something?" A girl asked, coming from behind me.
"Oh, uh, yeah. I was looking for the detention room." I said, slightly embarrassed.
"Room 111." Penelope Bryte." She said, holding out her hand.
"Angel Sorensen." I said, taking it.
"You're Angel! I've herd so much about you. You stood up against Brandon O'Neil. Impressive." She smiled.
"Yeah, thanks. Well I gotta go. Detention and stuff.
"Right. Talk to you later?"
"Cool." I said and wondered to room 111.
And so I spent the rest of the hour in detention.
When my torture was finally over I went to gym. Where I spent another hour doing nothing, because I didn't have any gym clothes.
Whoopdi-fucking-do.
I was so mind numbingly bored, by the time I got to Biology I was ready to just go home.
"What's with the frown, clown?" Jay asked, leaning on my desk.
"Long day." I said simply.
"There they are!" Alex exclaimed, gathering around my desk. "Did you hear?" He asked Jay.
Jay didn't answer, so Alex went on, "Angel, here, embarrassed Fang gang Maria in front of an entire class!" He said sounding amazed.
"Yeah buddy! High five!" Jay said holding his hand out in front of me.
I stared at it 'till it dropped.
"What was that about anyway?" Alex asked.
I could feel my face turning red, "…She, uh, she was saying mean things…about…Bug…" I said, looking down and feeling ridiculous.
"Wait. So you got in trouble because of me?" Bug asked.
"No. I got in trouble because I can't control my temper and I hate it when people talk shit like that." I explained.
"Is this chick great or what?" Alex said and he and the others returned to their seats.
As it turned out, nearly everybody was in my Bio. Class.
Penelope said "Hi" to me as she took the seat in front of me.
"How'd your detention go?" She asked politely.
"Fucking great." I said glumly.
"That bad, huh?"
"My mom's gunna kill me." I explained.
"I herd it was because Maria was making fun of Bug. Is that true?"
"Yeah."
"That was pretty brave." She said and faced the front, where Mr. Keizer was telling us that our assignment for the next week would be to do research on any living creature.
I put my head down on my desk and closed my eyes.
I didn't expect to fall asleep, but when I did, I dreamed I was still in the classroom. Only it was twilight outside and I was the only person there.
I stood up and went to the center of the room. I looked up and saw a giant bird flying in circles overhead.
I turned my head and saw a crow pecking at one of the desks.
The crow tilted its head at the circling bird.
The crow grew bigger and bigger, breaking the desk under its wait.
We watched as the giant bird landed on the teacher's desk.
The crow then started for the other bird, hoping along the desks, growing larger with each movement.
"Keep the balance." A girl's voice said.
"Save your soul." Another said.
"Evil is coming."
"Save you soul!"
"Find him!"
"He will help!"
The voices said, getting louder and more frantic as the crow got closer and closer to the other bird.
"Don't let darkness fall!"
"Help him!"
The voices shouted as the crow hunched over in an attacking position. It flew at the unsuspecting bird, faster than thought possible.
It was inches from killing it and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
In seconds, the bird will be dead.
"No!" I shouted and found myself bolting up in my chair, just as the bell rang.
Wow. Over 3,000 words.
And 18 pages.
OK. So tell me what you think!
What could that dream mean? Does it mean anything at all? What is Angel's true purpose of being there? Is she really a Riverton Eight?
Questions? Put it in a comment! (or PM me ;])
And PLEASE do comment! For God's sake, have some heart!
Oh! And before I forget, sorry about any spelling errors or any other errors.
I tried! I really did!
