Chapter 2; Angels are Among Us
Angels. Magical. Justice. Wings.
The first things you think of when you hear the word "Angel".
Well, you know what? My family isn't magical, and it certainly isn't full of justice.
Every single one of us-we've committed a serious crime in the Angel world, and we've been banished to live among humans…forever. Robert, Richard, Stephanie, Rachel, Michael and Samantha-we've all done something really horrible. So horrible, we swore we would never mention it again. Ever.
Banished.
Rejected.
All of us, sent together, to wander the human world for the rest of our infinite lives. Forever…
And I would never fit in. We would never fit in-destined to be rejected, and alone.
And the thing is…I wanted to find myself, to find who I was, so badly-but I could never ask anyone else for help. I felt it everyday-this huge gaping black hole inside me, existing but always nothing. The pain of being separated by your own kind and the feel of despair clawed the inside of me everyday.
I would never find myself.
I hoped so badly to find out who I was, and why I existed. I wanted a reason to exist; unlike my other siblings and my parents, I didn't have a hobby to devote my indefinite life to.
You would never expect me to be one of those "lost" people. Golden, ruffled hair, six foot nine, bright blue eyes, totally lean and fit body. Angels, themselves, were always beautiful and handsome, fit and muscular due to our closeness to a god-like state. But it still wasn't what I wanted…
And today wasn't the day I was going to instantly find myself. Maybe tomorrow, at our new school. Maybe Stephanie will calm down by then to give her siblings a ride in her new Hybrid. Also, considering the fact that she would have to try out again to make captain of the Track team would definitely push her over the edge. Michael thought it had been time to start off with a new beginning; so we ended up moving over to a nice little town called "Colleyville" and enrolling in "Colleyville Heritage High School". Four seventeen-year olds (or what looked like it) going into a brand new high school. Fun.
A new beginning. Perhaps things will get better at a brand new place. Start off with a clean slate at new human social place. I've lived long enough-about eighty years-to know almost everything they taught at these "schools". Meh-we had to fit in with the humans, and fitting in counted having an education of recent times.
School…I hadn't been to one in forever, since our last "home" had been in the plains of Africa, where there had been virtually nothing but dead plants, animals, and the sun. Pretty boring there, even if an Angel's life source comes from the sun…
I ignored Stephanie's shouts of irritation as I climbed up the stairs. I didn't have time for her ramblings today-I had to get ready for whatever tomorrow had in store for me.
And whatever it was, I would be ready. I was sure I could handle whatever the humans threw at me.
How absolutely wrong I was.