Angel Eyes
Ch.1-Skool Daze
10 years later...
"...Mr. Sanderson!" Angel snapped out of his thoughts as a ruler was thwapped across his desk, and sat up straight.
"Yes, sir?" He asked.
"Would you mind telling us what is more interesting than learning how to turn into objects?" The teacher asked.
"Er...um...talking on my cell phone? Playing with an abacus? Or my favorite, write an essay explaining how being dull is cool?" He smirked as traces of curly orange hair fell into his eyes, and he pushed it back behind his ear.
"Being a smarty-pants again, eh?" the teacher asked. Angel stretched out, letting his shirt rise up a bit before settling back down.
"I don't think I was, sir." He said, twirling his pencil.
"...Hmph...will you get a haircut?" The teacher said before he walked back up the the front as students snickered, but some girls giggled and smiled as him. Angelus Cosma Sanderson...a 15 year old hybrid and a bit of a smarty pants. He was the only one in his class that had orange hair, while the others had black hair. When he came to the Pixie Academy for the first few years of his teenage life, he hated it. But the only thing he could do to keep from going crazy is to be the class clown and drive all the teachers up the walls. So far, he succeeded, and was popular amongst the girls, nerds, and wierd people. The jocks and the popular kids were the only ones that hated him, and set out to make his life miserable.
"Like hell I will." Angel muttered as he stared out the window and going back into his thoughts.What was the name of the girl he met all those years ago? Jessica? Jonnlyn? Jamie? No...something cute... Angel wracked his head mentally as he struggled to remember when the bell rang. 'Meh.' He groaned and got up from his desk. The teacher glared evilly at him and gave Angel his assignment before slamming the door behind him.
"Bloody teacher..." Angel mumbled.
"YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT MY FRIEND'S NAME IS!" Angel yelled, getting all sorts of wierd looks for everyone. He blinked, and grinned.
"...Oh wait! Now I do! It's Jenna! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'M COMING, JENNA!" He flew out the door in a dash.
"...He must've taken the glittery blue pills instead of his white ones." Someone said.