Angel woke up with Isabel staring in her face.
"What are you doing?" Angel mumbled through her blanket.
"Just tellin you, your clock says...umm...7,4,5." Isabel said proudly at her new number reading ability. She was a pretty smart kid, for a 3-year-old at least. She couldn't read yet. Only numbers 1 to 9. She didn't know what order the numbers went in either. She'd say 1,3,2,4,9,7,8,6 and then 5 most of the time.
"Yea...yea..." Angel said. She suddenly remembered it was a Friday and she still had school to get to. "WHAT! 7:45!" she threw off her covers and, much to her dismay, her short brown hair was in knots. She threw on her 'Support ASPCA' T-shirt, baggy blue jeans, her socks that had holes in the big toe, ripped Converse sneakers, and when she saw she had no time, she shoved her hair brush into her bag. She ran past her jewelry box and found two sparkly blue hair clips and a LIVESTRONG bracelet, she liked them and since she looked boring, she thought she could add a little decoration to her tiresome design. Angel wasn't the type of girl who worshiped the popular kids and dreamed of being like them. That's why she didn't care much what she wore to school. She was more concerned about her schoolwork, finding the green-eyed boy, and figuring out what that strange dream was.
She got to school and was happy to see she had just enough time to get her books and maybe brush the knots out of her hair before 1st period, which was math for her. She reached for the chain around her neck and the little heart locket was connected to it. Along with her scar, she had had this locket for as long as she could remember. It was about the size of a nickel and was somewhat worn out. She had tried many times to open it, but had no success.
Without warning, the 2nd bell rang out through the halls, which meant they were supposed to be in class already which she, unfortunately, wasn't. She franticly hurried to her locker and grabbed her books. It took her a little while to fiddle with the lock combination because she hadn't set it like she usual did when she left for home. She shot up the stairs as fast as she could, trying not to run into any teachers or hall monitors that might give her detention for her tardiness. She ran down the entire hall to her class, number 211, and when she came to the door she just missed Danny Fenton run out of the class next to hers. He looked all around to see if anyone was there. No one was so he said to himself out loud "I'm going ghost!" and two rings engulfed him and his normal clothes turned into a black suit with white gloves, shoes, and a white strip around his hips. Most importantly, his once light blue eyes suddenly turned bright green. Almost like they were glowing.