God Sent Me an Angel
Chapter 4
Dream
The bell rang, according to Grace, too soon. She was having fun getting to know Malik. She hadn't expected to find anyone that she had actually liked in this town, well she was actually avoiding everyone. She figured that her family would be moving again soon and that making friends would just be a waste of time. She didn't want to go through all the heartache again, it was starting to get kinda old. She had to admit that she had always wanted to get her heart broken at least once, it was like a milestone or something. But she never wanted it to happen more then twenty times. She quickly hugged Malik good-bye, she could have sworn that she felt Malik's lips press against her ear as they hugged. "See you later," he whispered to her softly.
"Bye," she waved as she was swept away with a wave of students. She struggled to make her way to her locker. Students were heading in all different directions, pushing and shoving each other. Grace managed to push her way through, she was quite strong for a small girl. She took a firm hold of the locker's handle when she finally got to it. She was waiting for a while, until the crowd died down. She had to have been at least five minutes late for class by now but she didn't really care. She wasn't planning on even going to it anyway. She wasn't in the mood for being lectured at about something that in five years she would have completely forgotten about, it was just a waste of time. School was just a waste of time. Grace slowly pulled the locker open and began to shift through all the junk with her fingers. She slowly pulled out a bunch of papers and began to look over them. Nothing important. She jammed them back in and began searching for something that would hold her interest. She quickly pulled out a black pen that lay at the bottom of the locker. She pulled the cap off and threw it to the ground, it slide across the floor. Grace sighed and slammed the locker door shut. She slouched down onto the tiled floor ungracefully and began drawing on the left wrist. She always drew on herself when she was bored.
The hall was deathly quiet and empty, the voices of teachers echoed throughout it. Grace glanced down at her hand. She had drawn a perfect outline of a star without even looking, she had down it one too many times, it was almost like a ritual by now. Every time she drew something on her skin it always ended up being a star. She smiled, pleased with her work. She quickly wrote 'hold on' in bold letters underneath the star.
"Cutting classes are we?" a familiar voice sounded form the far end of the hall. Grace glanced up. It was the principal. She sighed, didn't he have more important things to do?
"I didn't want to walk in late," she explained in a mumble. He stared at her, not that amused with her response.
"Miss Grace," he began, his voice sounding stern. 'How does he know my name?' Grace thought tuning out whatever he was saying; it wasn't going to be important anyway. "Grace are you listening to me?" he asked loudly. She must have had that look in her eyes, the look of not paying any form of attention.
"Uh...yeah," she said softly, she hated when adults asked that question, it wasn't like she was going to say no. He began blabbing again, something about school and grades.
"Don't you care about succeeding in school?" she heard him ask.
"No, not really," she said, she wasn't going to lie to him.
He slowly shook his head, "Your one strange girl Grace. If you don't care about school, why do you even bother coming?"
"Well, where else am I supposed to meet any guys? I'm not old enough to go clubbing yet." He stared at Grace, unsure of what to say. Nobody had ever said that to him before. Grace smiled and slowly rose to her feet. She turned on her heal and began to walk down the empty hall. "Now where do you think your going?" he called after her.
"To class," she replied, without turning to meet his confused eyes. "Or do you want me to stay in the hall?"
"I was planning on taking you back to my office and call your mother to tell her about your conduct in school so far."
Grace rolled her eyes and continued to walk, he was getting quite annoying. "Well, I'd rather go to class, no offense Sir, but I don't think your office would be the easiest place to fall asleep," she said smiling, she loved to irritate authority.
She heard the principal sigh loudly behind her. "Grace," he called after her once again. "Don't you need your book for class?"
"Well, I'm not going to use it, so I was planning on letting it sit at the bottom of my locker." He slowly shook his head but didn't call after her again, she would just make it difficult for him, why waste the time? Grace quickly headed up the stairs and turned down the hall. She stopped about half way down the hall and slid back down to the floor. She had no intention to go to class, she didn't even know what class she was going to. She held her pen firmly in her hand and began sketching again, this time on her left ankle. She closed her eyes and let the pen flow, hoping it wouldn't turn out to be another star. She could feel the tip of the pen run against her skin, zigzagging up and down. She stopped abruptly, realizing that she was just tracing over what she had already down several times. She opened her eyes and glanced down at her ankle. At first it didn't look like anything just a bunch of lines. She sighed, now she just had a giant scribble on her leg, real attractive. She stared at it closer, hoping that there would be some meaning behind the mess, then suddenly she saw a repeating design in the center of the scribble. It appear to be a 'Ra'.
Her head suddenly felt light, she rested it down on her knees and took a deep breathe. There was something wrong. She dropped the pen to the floor and grabbed hold of her ankle, her palm covering the 'Ra'. Her head was spinning, the floor shifted underneath her. She closed her eyes and was suddenly trapped in the darkness. She slowly stood up in a daze; she couldn't see anything. She attempted to run away, but she couldn't move her legs. They were chained, chained to the wall behind her. She struggled in the darkness, a panic over took her. There was a sudden bright light that seemed to come from the floor. Grace looked down, it wasn't coming from the floor but from her ankle, the 'Ra' was glowing.
"Are you alright?" a kind voice freed her from the darkness. Grace looked up slowly, her head still felt a little light, but she was all right. Her eyes meet a pair of deep brown eyes, the angel.
"Yeah," she said so quietly that she barely heard it. She felt his hand take hold of her arm. He gently pulled her to her feet. She had fallen asleep. "Thanks," she said as she leaned against the wall of lockers to support her shaky legs. "Whoa, what a dream," she accidentally said out loud.
"What happened?" he asked softly.
"Oh nothing," Grace replied, she didn't really want to share it. She didn't even want to think about it. She had been so frightened, caught up in the darkness, and then suddenly, like a gift from God, an angel pulled her out of it. Grace smiled at him, she had never realized how perfect he looked. 'How come none of the other girls chase after him like they do with Malik?' she thought as she tugged her fingers through her hair.
Bakura shifted uncomfortably and turned his head, he had never had anyone stare at him like Grace had. Grace nearly jumped when the bell rang. "Are you going to history or are you cutting that class too?" Bakura asked softly. He always spoke softly. Grace had been planning to skip class again, but she had been filled with an unspeakable fear that she didn't want to risk experiencing again.
"I'm going to class," she replied.
He smiled, that was the answer he wanted to hear, now to ask her if he could walk her to class. He stared down at the floor, he had never done this before and wasn't sure how to word it. "Uh..." was the only thing he managed to mumble. He scuffed his foot against the floor, he could feel his palms get sweaty. Grace couldn't help but laugh softly, he was so sweet and shy. Most guys back at her old schools would be so cocky and would have asked her to screw with them, but Bakura was so different, he was so innocent. He could have been cocky if he really wanted to, he wasn't bad looking at all, but he choose not to be, it was almost like he didn't now how hott he was.
Grace smiled and quickly took hold of his hand. "Walk me to class?" she asked quickly, knowing that Bakura would never gather the confidence to ask.
"Sure," he said, his face turned a light shade of pink Grace smiled as she held his hand firmly. They began to walk at a slow pace. A silence hung in the air around them. Grace bit he lip, trying to think of something to say. Malik had been so easy to start a conversation with, he was so open and willing, but Bakura was so closed and shy, complete opposites. "So...do you umm do you skip class often?" he asked staring down at the tiles that passed by slowly.
"Yeah usually. I just never really found school interesting. I guess I'm just not one of those school people. Everyone at my old schools skipped class. I never thought anything of it, it became a habit," she said softly.
"How many schools have you been to?"
"Oh just a few...more than five. This one would be, what I consider, the best one yet," Grace laughed to herself, it wasn't just the curriculum that made this school the best. "Everyone here's real nice, and smart. Nobody skips classes, do they?"
"No not really, every once in a great while I suppose."
"Have you ever?"
He slowly shook his head, she should have known. "I guess that's kinda bad, huh? I mean everyone's skipped at least one class before, well everyone but me," he said looking over at Grace.
"Nah, that's not a bad thing," she said smiling, he was so precious, he probably never did anything wrong. There was a short silence for a minute, both of them thinking of something to say next.
"What did you dream about?" Bakura asked suddenly.
"Oh, nothing," she had a feeling that he would ask that question again. "It was just kinda weird."
"Oh."
"Why do want to know so bad?" Grace asked with a soft laugh.
"Well, you woke up with a look of terror in your eyes."
"It was nothing, just a nightmare. It just seemed so real, like it was really happening, like I was actually chained," she bit down on her tongue, damn she had said to much.
"Chained?"
"Yeah," she looked down at her feet, she had really wished she could have avoided telling him anything, well at least until she could figure it out.
"Well that's the first time anyone told has me that their sex dream was a nightmare."
"No! No, it wasn't a sex dream," Grace said bursting with laughter.
"Are you sure?" he asked, laughing as well.
"Yes, positive," she said, glancing over at him. He had a great smile. Bakura chuckled once more, just before they reached the class room door. He released Grace's hand and slowly reached for the doorknob. She quickly placed her hand on top of his as it reached the handle. His fingers were still damp from sweat. She smiled and squeezed his hand tightly. He looked over at her, a smiled crossed his face. "Thanks," she said softy, her eyes meeting his.
"For what?"
Grace grinned, she wasn't even quite sure what she was thanking him for, but she felt a soft tug at her heart and she knew that he had done something unspeakable for her. He had saved her from the dream, and that was enough to be thankful for. She was not meant to see the ending of the dream, not just yet.
************************************************************************ Authors note: Sorry about the shortness but I really couldn't think of anything to write. But yeah I hoped you liked it. Oh and I'm really, really sorry if it was kinda confusing...I don't really want to loose anyone, but I started writing it at 2 in the morning and I was extremely tired...long day. :::sighs::: And then I reread it the next day and it really didn't make any sense to me, but I kinda liked it so I left it alone. It probably makes more sense if you read it when your really tired or you know like whenever you start wondering how they made the fish talk in 'Finding Nemo', yeah that's defiantly the best time to read it. It will all make sense then. Okay yeah, it's about time I get some sleep. ************************************************************************
Chapter 4
Dream
The bell rang, according to Grace, too soon. She was having fun getting to know Malik. She hadn't expected to find anyone that she had actually liked in this town, well she was actually avoiding everyone. She figured that her family would be moving again soon and that making friends would just be a waste of time. She didn't want to go through all the heartache again, it was starting to get kinda old. She had to admit that she had always wanted to get her heart broken at least once, it was like a milestone or something. But she never wanted it to happen more then twenty times. She quickly hugged Malik good-bye, she could have sworn that she felt Malik's lips press against her ear as they hugged. "See you later," he whispered to her softly.
"Bye," she waved as she was swept away with a wave of students. She struggled to make her way to her locker. Students were heading in all different directions, pushing and shoving each other. Grace managed to push her way through, she was quite strong for a small girl. She took a firm hold of the locker's handle when she finally got to it. She was waiting for a while, until the crowd died down. She had to have been at least five minutes late for class by now but she didn't really care. She wasn't planning on even going to it anyway. She wasn't in the mood for being lectured at about something that in five years she would have completely forgotten about, it was just a waste of time. School was just a waste of time. Grace slowly pulled the locker open and began to shift through all the junk with her fingers. She slowly pulled out a bunch of papers and began to look over them. Nothing important. She jammed them back in and began searching for something that would hold her interest. She quickly pulled out a black pen that lay at the bottom of the locker. She pulled the cap off and threw it to the ground, it slide across the floor. Grace sighed and slammed the locker door shut. She slouched down onto the tiled floor ungracefully and began drawing on the left wrist. She always drew on herself when she was bored.
The hall was deathly quiet and empty, the voices of teachers echoed throughout it. Grace glanced down at her hand. She had drawn a perfect outline of a star without even looking, she had down it one too many times, it was almost like a ritual by now. Every time she drew something on her skin it always ended up being a star. She smiled, pleased with her work. She quickly wrote 'hold on' in bold letters underneath the star.
"Cutting classes are we?" a familiar voice sounded form the far end of the hall. Grace glanced up. It was the principal. She sighed, didn't he have more important things to do?
"I didn't want to walk in late," she explained in a mumble. He stared at her, not that amused with her response.
"Miss Grace," he began, his voice sounding stern. 'How does he know my name?' Grace thought tuning out whatever he was saying; it wasn't going to be important anyway. "Grace are you listening to me?" he asked loudly. She must have had that look in her eyes, the look of not paying any form of attention.
"Uh...yeah," she said softly, she hated when adults asked that question, it wasn't like she was going to say no. He began blabbing again, something about school and grades.
"Don't you care about succeeding in school?" she heard him ask.
"No, not really," she said, she wasn't going to lie to him.
He slowly shook his head, "Your one strange girl Grace. If you don't care about school, why do you even bother coming?"
"Well, where else am I supposed to meet any guys? I'm not old enough to go clubbing yet." He stared at Grace, unsure of what to say. Nobody had ever said that to him before. Grace smiled and slowly rose to her feet. She turned on her heal and began to walk down the empty hall. "Now where do you think your going?" he called after her.
"To class," she replied, without turning to meet his confused eyes. "Or do you want me to stay in the hall?"
"I was planning on taking you back to my office and call your mother to tell her about your conduct in school so far."
Grace rolled her eyes and continued to walk, he was getting quite annoying. "Well, I'd rather go to class, no offense Sir, but I don't think your office would be the easiest place to fall asleep," she said smiling, she loved to irritate authority.
She heard the principal sigh loudly behind her. "Grace," he called after her once again. "Don't you need your book for class?"
"Well, I'm not going to use it, so I was planning on letting it sit at the bottom of my locker." He slowly shook his head but didn't call after her again, she would just make it difficult for him, why waste the time? Grace quickly headed up the stairs and turned down the hall. She stopped about half way down the hall and slid back down to the floor. She had no intention to go to class, she didn't even know what class she was going to. She held her pen firmly in her hand and began sketching again, this time on her left ankle. She closed her eyes and let the pen flow, hoping it wouldn't turn out to be another star. She could feel the tip of the pen run against her skin, zigzagging up and down. She stopped abruptly, realizing that she was just tracing over what she had already down several times. She opened her eyes and glanced down at her ankle. At first it didn't look like anything just a bunch of lines. She sighed, now she just had a giant scribble on her leg, real attractive. She stared at it closer, hoping that there would be some meaning behind the mess, then suddenly she saw a repeating design in the center of the scribble. It appear to be a 'Ra'.
Her head suddenly felt light, she rested it down on her knees and took a deep breathe. There was something wrong. She dropped the pen to the floor and grabbed hold of her ankle, her palm covering the 'Ra'. Her head was spinning, the floor shifted underneath her. She closed her eyes and was suddenly trapped in the darkness. She slowly stood up in a daze; she couldn't see anything. She attempted to run away, but she couldn't move her legs. They were chained, chained to the wall behind her. She struggled in the darkness, a panic over took her. There was a sudden bright light that seemed to come from the floor. Grace looked down, it wasn't coming from the floor but from her ankle, the 'Ra' was glowing.
"Are you alright?" a kind voice freed her from the darkness. Grace looked up slowly, her head still felt a little light, but she was all right. Her eyes meet a pair of deep brown eyes, the angel.
"Yeah," she said so quietly that she barely heard it. She felt his hand take hold of her arm. He gently pulled her to her feet. She had fallen asleep. "Thanks," she said as she leaned against the wall of lockers to support her shaky legs. "Whoa, what a dream," she accidentally said out loud.
"What happened?" he asked softly.
"Oh nothing," Grace replied, she didn't really want to share it. She didn't even want to think about it. She had been so frightened, caught up in the darkness, and then suddenly, like a gift from God, an angel pulled her out of it. Grace smiled at him, she had never realized how perfect he looked. 'How come none of the other girls chase after him like they do with Malik?' she thought as she tugged her fingers through her hair.
Bakura shifted uncomfortably and turned his head, he had never had anyone stare at him like Grace had. Grace nearly jumped when the bell rang. "Are you going to history or are you cutting that class too?" Bakura asked softly. He always spoke softly. Grace had been planning to skip class again, but she had been filled with an unspeakable fear that she didn't want to risk experiencing again.
"I'm going to class," she replied.
He smiled, that was the answer he wanted to hear, now to ask her if he could walk her to class. He stared down at the floor, he had never done this before and wasn't sure how to word it. "Uh..." was the only thing he managed to mumble. He scuffed his foot against the floor, he could feel his palms get sweaty. Grace couldn't help but laugh softly, he was so sweet and shy. Most guys back at her old schools would be so cocky and would have asked her to screw with them, but Bakura was so different, he was so innocent. He could have been cocky if he really wanted to, he wasn't bad looking at all, but he choose not to be, it was almost like he didn't now how hott he was.
Grace smiled and quickly took hold of his hand. "Walk me to class?" she asked quickly, knowing that Bakura would never gather the confidence to ask.
"Sure," he said, his face turned a light shade of pink Grace smiled as she held his hand firmly. They began to walk at a slow pace. A silence hung in the air around them. Grace bit he lip, trying to think of something to say. Malik had been so easy to start a conversation with, he was so open and willing, but Bakura was so closed and shy, complete opposites. "So...do you umm do you skip class often?" he asked staring down at the tiles that passed by slowly.
"Yeah usually. I just never really found school interesting. I guess I'm just not one of those school people. Everyone at my old schools skipped class. I never thought anything of it, it became a habit," she said softly.
"How many schools have you been to?"
"Oh just a few...more than five. This one would be, what I consider, the best one yet," Grace laughed to herself, it wasn't just the curriculum that made this school the best. "Everyone here's real nice, and smart. Nobody skips classes, do they?"
"No not really, every once in a great while I suppose."
"Have you ever?"
He slowly shook his head, she should have known. "I guess that's kinda bad, huh? I mean everyone's skipped at least one class before, well everyone but me," he said looking over at Grace.
"Nah, that's not a bad thing," she said smiling, he was so precious, he probably never did anything wrong. There was a short silence for a minute, both of them thinking of something to say next.
"What did you dream about?" Bakura asked suddenly.
"Oh, nothing," she had a feeling that he would ask that question again. "It was just kinda weird."
"Oh."
"Why do want to know so bad?" Grace asked with a soft laugh.
"Well, you woke up with a look of terror in your eyes."
"It was nothing, just a nightmare. It just seemed so real, like it was really happening, like I was actually chained," she bit down on her tongue, damn she had said to much.
"Chained?"
"Yeah," she looked down at her feet, she had really wished she could have avoided telling him anything, well at least until she could figure it out.
"Well that's the first time anyone told has me that their sex dream was a nightmare."
"No! No, it wasn't a sex dream," Grace said bursting with laughter.
"Are you sure?" he asked, laughing as well.
"Yes, positive," she said, glancing over at him. He had a great smile. Bakura chuckled once more, just before they reached the class room door. He released Grace's hand and slowly reached for the doorknob. She quickly placed her hand on top of his as it reached the handle. His fingers were still damp from sweat. She smiled and squeezed his hand tightly. He looked over at her, a smiled crossed his face. "Thanks," she said softy, her eyes meeting his.
"For what?"
Grace grinned, she wasn't even quite sure what she was thanking him for, but she felt a soft tug at her heart and she knew that he had done something unspeakable for her. He had saved her from the dream, and that was enough to be thankful for. She was not meant to see the ending of the dream, not just yet.
************************************************************************ Authors note: Sorry about the shortness but I really couldn't think of anything to write. But yeah I hoped you liked it. Oh and I'm really, really sorry if it was kinda confusing...I don't really want to loose anyone, but I started writing it at 2 in the morning and I was extremely tired...long day. :::sighs::: And then I reread it the next day and it really didn't make any sense to me, but I kinda liked it so I left it alone. It probably makes more sense if you read it when your really tired or you know like whenever you start wondering how they made the fish talk in 'Finding Nemo', yeah that's defiantly the best time to read it. It will all make sense then. Okay yeah, it's about time I get some sleep. ************************************************************************