Meeting By Chance

Hey, all. These are assignments that I did in my Creative Writing Class this past year and their all short stories that go along with Daughter of the Deadman I, II, & III. I have to post something since I haven't posted DoD III in awhile. Working on the next chapter though. It's coming along slowly. I'll see you all down at the bottom.

It was a meeting that happened completely by chance. Angel Calaway had no idea when she went to school that day that she would lose her best friend of nine years, but gain another friend. One that was fiercely loyal and compassionate, despite her own unique limitation.

It was a foggy and drizzly day in Calgary Alberta, Canada as Angel Calaway stirred from her sleep. She reached over and shut her alarm clock off. It was 5:30 am. She didn't have to be up this early since it was only about a twenty minute walk from her house to Earnest Manning High School where she was a ninth grader, but she always made a point of catching her Mom, Amber, in the morning before she headed off to work. Amber was tall and thin with green eyes and blond hair. She worked as a Nurse at the Alberta Children's Hospital and was the most kind and caring person Angel knew.

Angel's father, Jason, was the exact opposite of Amber. He had black hair and dark grey eyes. He didn't care for Angel at all and there was no love there. He was a lot bigger than both Amber and Angel and he took full advantage of it, being physically and emotionally abusive toward the both of them. He was also an alcoholic, but he was smart enough to hide it so he could keep his job.

Amber had tried to leave Jason once when Angel was four years old. She had left for a week and had taken Angel with her. However, Jason had tracked them down and at the hotel they were staying at and managed to convince her and Angel to come back. He had promised to stop drinking and leave them both alone, but he had broken both in a matter of days. He had also threatened both of them, saying if that they told anyone what was happening, he would kill them both. Now, the two of them lived in fear of what would happen if he snapped one day.

Angel shook her head to clear it and walked into the bathroom. She quickly undressed and got in the shower. She only took about ten minutes to clean herself up. She wasn't allowed to take long showers. When she got out, she wrapped her long black hair in a towel and then wrapped a towel around herself to prevent getting water all over the floor, knowing that the slightest mess could set Jason off. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her green eyes reflected the pain and sorrow of the life she lived a lot of the time when at home. She was also skinny as a bean pole.

Angel sighed and put on her favorite outfit—blue jeans, a tank top and her old Bret "Hitman" Hart hoodie—and set her favorite black and red sneakers next to her bed so that she could quietly slip them on later. Angel walked down the stairs, careful not to make any noise. Jason wasn't home because he worked nights and got home at about seven in the morning, but it was a force of habit for Angel to tip toe around the house. Angel entered the kitchen and found her Mom sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. Her Mom smiled at her and Angel returned it with a half-smile.

"Morning, Mom" Angel said.

"Good morning, sweetheart. How are you doing?" her Mom asked.

"I'm fine. Don't worry so much. By the way, I got all of my homework done too."

"That's my girl. What about the kids at school? Are they giving you trouble?"

"Thankfully, no."

What her mother was referring to was the fact that the whole school now knew what was going on behind closed doors in Angel's personal life. Angel had heard from her Mom that if something got out in high school, word had a tendency to spread quickly. Angel hadn't believed it until now. She was already tired of being stared at everywhere she walked. Everyone looked at her as though they expected her to either blow up or break down at any moment. If they weren't staring at her, they were whispering behind their hands. Angel was sick of it already and word had only got out two days prior. All of a sudden, school—the one place she could go and disappear for a few hours and not put up with being yelled at, ridiculed, belittled or beaten—had become a dangerous place for her to be as well.

"Angel?"

"Sorry, Mom. I was lost in thought there."

"It's okay, sweetheart. Alright, I've got to get going. You have a good day at school and I'll see you when I'm done work."

"Sure, Mom. Have a good day and stay safe."

Angel gave her Mom a hug and watched as she left the house. Then she walked to the window and watched her Mom pull out of the driveway just as she had done since she was a little girl. Then Angel turned and walked upstairs to her room. The whole time she had been talking to her Mom about what had been going on at school, she had been thinking about who could have possibly told the whole school about her personal life. As she sat down on her bed, realization hit. There was only one person who knew what had been told to the whole school.

The girl's name was Jennifer Hickenbottom. She was the daughter of World Wrestling Entertainment(WWE) Legend "The Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels and had been Angel's best friend since they had met in the first grade. Jen had hazel eyes and blond hair that was streaked with multiple colors. She was only a few inches taller than Angel, but she was bigger weight wise as Angel had always been on the skinny side. Angel didn't hesitate to confide in Jen about what was happening to her at home because she knew she could trust best friend.

At least I thought I could trust her. Now, I'm not so sure. She thought. Over the last few months, the two girls had grown more and more apart as Jen had become more popular and a part of the "in crowd" which was something that Angel wanted no part of. It had more to do with the horror stories she had heard from her Mom—who had been a part of that crowd when she was young—than it did it with Angel being antisocial or stuck up. It also had to do with the fact that—due to her personal life—she was shy and reserved. In Angel's eyes, it was a lot safer if she just threw herself into her academics and not bother to make friends.

Jennifer on the other hand had embraced the "in crowd" and created a little four person clique that consisted of Jen and her three new friends. Kelson and Cher Brooks were fraternal twins. Kelson had red hair with blond highlights and—like her sister—was five foot four. Cher had brown hair and blue eyes. Their father was WWE Superstar Phil "CM Punk" Brooks also known as "The Straight Edge Superstar" since he didn't smoke, drink, or do drugs. Unfortunetly, this made him feel as though he was superior to his co-workers. He had evidently passed this on to his girls who thought that they were better than everyone else. They fit in with Jen very well due to the fact that her father was a legend in WWE, she walked around like she owned the place no matter where she was.

The third person that Jen had added to her group was Isabella "Bella" Hardy. Bella was the same height as the rest of them. She had hazel eyes and—like Jen—blond hair that was streaked with multiple colors. Bella and Jen looked like twins, but they weren't even 's father was former WWE Superstar Jeff Hardy. Although, Jeff had raised Bella to be humble and grateful for what she had, Bella's uncle Matt Hardy had a lot more influence over his niece than ever now that Jeff was no longer in the WWE. The result was a self centered brat who thought that everything she be handed to her on a silver platter.

Angel sighed and shook her head to clear it again. Thing had been crazy at school lately as Jen's three friends didn't like Angel all that much. Angel had no idea why exactly, but she guessed that it was because Angel didn't bully the other students when Jen decided to bring her along to such excersions. She would just sit back and watch, too afraid to stop it.

Angel slipped her earphones in. she pulled out her sketchbook and began to draw. She loved art and threw herself into it just like she did school. Whenever she had spare time, she would draw. It was a good escape that was for sure. She spent over an hour drawing, trying to perfect the portrait of the red haired, green eyed woman she had seen in her dreams.

At about quarter after seven, she heard the distinct sound pf the front door opening and closing. Jason was home. Angel sat on her bed, not moving a muscle. There was no way she was leaving the house while Jason was awake. She stayed in her room, not moving until she heard the sound of his and her Mom's bedroom door closing. She waited an extra minute or two before putting her things away. Then she got up, slipped on her shoes and grabbed her backpack.

After that, she left the room and left the house. Once she was about a block away, she sighed in relief at having made it out of the house without bothering Jason or making him angry. She walked to school as quickly as she could. She wanted to talk to Jen about what was going on. Specifically, she wanted to know if Jen was the one who had told about her personal life and if she was, Angel wanted to know why.

Angel glanced around as she walked to her locker. The hallway was crowded as usual. Some people stared at her while others whispered behind their hands as she walked by. Angel did her best to ignore it, but she couldn't help but feel angry that they had the nerve to gossip about something they knew nothing about. She calmly went and got her books from her locker and then went to find Jen. Although, as a rule, Angel stayed away from confrontation, she wasn't afraid to confront someone if she felt it was the right thing to do. In this case, it was for sure. She vowed to do her best to make sure not to let this turn physical because that was the last thing she needed. She found Jen standing beside her own locker, talking to Kel, Cher, and Bella. The

hallway was barren by contrast to the one Angel had just come from. No teachers were around and the four girls were the only ones there. Angel sighed. She was starting to lose her nerve and was about to turn around and leave when something in her head told her to go back because it was the best thing to do. She walked over and tapped Jen on the shoulder. Kel, Cher, and Bella glared at her.

"Sorry to interrupt, Jen, but can I talk to you for a second?" Angel asked.

"Sure," Jen said, turning to face her friend, "What is it?"

"You told someone everything that's going on in my personal life didn't you?" Angel asked, getting right to the point.

"No! What would I have to gain by doing that?"

"You tell me and we'll both know."

"Alright, fine. I did. And I did it because I don't want to be friends with you anymore."

"And rather than tell me outright, you did this and hoped I would confront you?"

"Yes. I know it wasn't logical, but I didn't know how to tell you outright. You've changed."

"I've changed? Are you sure about that? From where I'm standing, you're the one that's changed. Making friends with these three, walking around here like you own the place, bullying everyone. That's not the Jen I know."

"You're just jealous."

"Of what?"

"The fact that my Daddy is a wrestling legend and yours is nothing but an abusive drunk."

"I don't believe this! Nine years! Nine years we were friends! Nine years I spent trusting you!"

"You never can fully trust the daughter of a liar apparently."

Everyone looked around. Now there was a sixth person who had joined them. She was carrying an English Anthology and a notebook, obviously on her way to one of the classrooms in that hallway. The girl had blond hair and dark brown eyes. Angel didn't know why, but for some reason the girl looked familiar to her. What Angel didn't realize was that the girl was the daughter of "The British Bulldog" Davey Boy Smith and Diana Hart-Smith, making her the niece of Bret "Hitman" Hart and "The King of Harts" Owen Hart. Her name was Kristine Hart-Smith and what no one knew was that she had her own unique limitation. She was deaf, although most of the time, she wore hearing aids. Angel backed away, convinced that someone else was there to hurt her.

"What's the matter, Angel? Scared?" Cher taunted.

"No" Angel said.

"So it was you that spread those false rumours! And why? All because you didn't have the guts to tell her outright that you didn't want to be friends with her anymore! You're just like your Dad. A gutless coward!"

"Don't you dare talk about my Dad!"

Jen turned and faced the girl. After a second, Jen began to advance toward her. Angel felt nervous. She just stood there and quietly watched to see what would happen.

"What's happening here is none of your business. Just let me deal with the pathetic loser, Hart."

"It is my business because I'm sick of seeing you walk around this place with your cronies, doing whatever you please and bullying everyone because you can! I've seen this girl with you before and she never takes part in it! Therefore, that makes you the pathetic loser, not her."

"Why you…"

"One phone call, Jen. That's all it will take for him to find out about what you're up to at school."

Jen froze, thinking about what that meant. The person that the girl was threatening to call was her godfather. He was WWE Superstar Paul "Triple H" Levesque. Jen knew he'd be livid if he found out what she did at school. She beckoned to Bella, Kel, and Cher and left without another word to Angel.

The girl stared at Angel for quite a long time. She had a look that seemed to indicate that she thought she had seen Angel somewhere before, but couldn't quite place her. Angel blushed. This was embarrassing.

"You didn't have to" Angel finally said, breaking the silence.

"What are friends for?"

"You don't want to be friends with me. I'm nothing but trouble."

"Hey, you need help. Don't worry about Jen and her clique, okay? I've got your back."

"Look, just trust me. You're better off keeping away from me, alright? I'm trouble."

"I don't care about that."

Angel just stared at the girl for a minute. She sure is a stubborn one. She seems to have her heart set on helping me out. Angel thought. After a second, Angel sighed and gave in. She was sure that nothing worse could happen by being friends with this girl than what Angel had been through up to this point.

"Well, okay, if you're sure. I'm Angel. Angel Calaway."

"I'm absolutely sure. I'm Kristine Hart-Smith, but you can call me Kristy or Krissy."

Angel nodded. She wasn't sure how smart Kristy was being, but the fact that she wanted to be friends with her was good enough. The two of them walked down the hallway together. It was the beginning of a friendship that would last through good times and bad.

Hope you liked it. The only one I won't be able to post is the one I did about Owen and Kristy and that's because it was in play format and you can't post things in script format on this site...at least as far as I know. Let me know if I'm wrong on that. Anyway, catch you guys later. I will get DoD III Chapter 25 up before I move on the 31st of May. Mom and I are outta this basement! YAY! It's a long story. Alright, bye for now!~Taker's Soul Girl