Angel woke with a start, bolting upright then deeply regretting the decision as a powerful wave of dizziness washed over her. Oh god I'm gonna puke! Groaning, she slumped back against the bed, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
She very well knew where she was, her surroundings. She was in the infirmary at the Elite's Head. She could hear the nurses' frantic thoughts as they scrambled to get to patients as quickly as possible. As to why she was there and how she even got there as her last memory was of leaving the house with Gazzy and Nudge, she had no idea.
"Oh god what the hell happened to me?"
"My dear, you undid an Overload this morning. I am surprised you are awake much less alive. I am proud," said a familiar voice. Angel opened her eyes and smiled weakly at the man staring down at her.
"Hi Uncle Jeb," she croaked. In truth, the Elder that stood before her shared no relations with her what so ever. Jeb had raised her and her brother when they were left orphaned during a Chaser attack. She and Jeb had grown so close that is was weird for the both of them for her to call him 'sir' or as all of them were meant to 'Elder Batchelder'. So instead, she called him Uncle.
Jeb smile was filled with concern. "Hi Angel, how do you feel?"
"Honestly? I've been way better," she replied, closing her eyes again and resting her left arm across her forehead.
Jeb was often very careful with his thoughts and emotions because of her powers, so Angel was stunned and in even more pain than she already was when she felt the weight of his worry crashed down on her.
When she cringed, the emotion pressed heavier against her.
"Angel? What is it?" Jeb asked urgently.
"Control yourself," she said through clenched teeth, sounding stringer than she felt.
At first she felt his shock at her command. Then she felt his anger.
"You have yet the authority to address me in such-"
"Control your emotions Elder!" Angel hissed. "Or do you wish me dead?"
All at once, the weight was lifted from her mind and she was able to breathe again.
"I… I didn't even realize…" Jeb trailed off, then walked from the room without a sound.
Exhausted, Angel found herself slipping into unconsciousness. She accepted happily.
***time~skip***
"Max! Max wake up! We're going to be late so get your ass out of bed! We have pancakes and mom made cookies last night!"
Max groaned at the sound of her sister's voice. Ella meant well, but she was too damn cheery all the time to understand the blissfulness that is sleep. Groaning again, Max sat up in her bed and grabbed her phone from her desk. She clicked a random button and the screen came to life. The bright numbers of the digital clock on the top corner of the screen read 7:15am. It was Monday, so that meant classes started at nine. You are so dead Ella- wait. She said mom made cookies. Hmm…
Despite being really tired and sleeping only two hours again, Max pulled herself from her bed and walked to the dresser in search of something to wear before Ella bombarded her about non-interesting clothing. I like my jeans damn it. Skimming the little things she had, Max found the most 'interesting' shirt she could find. A black t-shirt that had dark purple and blue swirls coming up from the bottom left corner to the top right. When did I get this? She shrugged; her mom must've gotten it before Ella could pick something bright and possibly neon out for her. Silently thanking her, Max also pulled out her favorite dark faded jeans, her underwear, and went to take a shower.
"Max!" Ella yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. "Max will you open up I've gotta pee!"
"Then use the other bathroom!" Max replied, brushing out her half dry hair before taking to the hair dryer again.
"Mom's using it! Come one Max! Please?"
Sighing in defeat, Max opened the door to have Ella rush inside. "At least wait till I'm gone will ya?" But as Max was about to walk out the door, Ella slammed it shut. "What are doing?" she asked, eyeing the sixteen year suspiciously. Ella looked at her in fake innocence.
"Why, I'm going to do your hair of course," she said, reaching a hand towards the eighteen year old. Max smacked it away.
"Oh no you don't. Last time you did my hair, you decided my clothes didn't go with it, and I had to wear pink. Pink! Are you out of your mind? People thought I was a girly clone! There is no way you are doing my hair ever again!"
Ella pouted. "At least let me curl it."
Max didn't hesitate. "Nope."
As Max opened the door and was out three feet Ella called, "What about straightening it? You like it straight!" Damn that girl for being right.
Max sighed in defeat. Again. "Ok fine, whatever."
Ella squeaked in delight. Max groaned. Kill me.
"Oh Max you look so pretty!" Dr. Martinez, Max's mother, said as she entered the kitchen.
"Bite me," she replied while grabbing the only plate that was piled high with pancakes and cookies before taking a seat at the table. She couldn't help it, she loved her mom's food and she could put it away like no other without gaining a pound. Ella was often jealous of her because of it. If only she knew why Max didn't gain anything. Maybe then Ella would get off her back about it. In fact, she might be too terrified to go near her.
Max never told a living soul, not her mother or her sister, about her secret. She had wings. And it terrified her. They suddenly grew from her back one day when she was younger. It hurt like hell; the skin from her back had torn open as the extra limbs grew excruciatingly slow. It was she could do not to scream her heart out as it was midnight on her thirteenth birthday. When they had fully grown in another hour of horrible pain, Max's back was warm with blood and the sheets covered in it. She had gotten up extra early the next day to throw them out, and to take a shower to clean the dried blood off her. Though she was scared and confused beyond belief, she never said a thing about it.
At first, Max was frightened that she wouldn't be able to hide them. But then she realized they were practically paper thin and folded nice and neatly against her back. Just to make sure they were never visible, Max always made sure never to wear a shirt that was too tight, and to always wear a hoodie or jacket of some sorts.
When she finished eating, Max grabbed her backpack, and walked to the hell they call high school.
Yes! Just one more class and I'm outta here! Max thought as she walked, well nearly ran to her last class. As she entered, Max saw a short blonde girl and a really tall guy with messy strawberry blonde hair talking to her English teacher, their backs facing her. As soon as Max walked in, the girl stood straighter and her head snapped up as she looked at the boy. When she did, he turned and looked straight at Max, smiled and waved. Max awkwardly waved back as she took her normal seat by the window. She was a few minutes early so it was only her, the two she guessed were new students and the teacher, whom everyone called Miss Sally since she hated being called by her last name. Setting down her plain black backpack on her chair, Max leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
"Hi," said a half cheery half guarded voice. Max opened one eye, saw it was the blonde girl and opened the other. "Hi," she replied, sitting more upright.
The girl smiled sweetly. "I'm Angel." Max found herself smiling back. Name suits her. With the swirling blonde hair that was pinned away from her face, and the big bright blue eyes that held both great knowledge and innocence, the girl really did resemble an angel.
"I'm Max. You can sit there if ya want."
Angel's smiled brightened as she took the offer. The boy she stood by earlier came and took a chair from one of the desks in front of them. He spun it around and sat on it backwards, facing the two.
"Hello ladies," he said. He stuck his right hand out to Max and said "I'm Iggy." She shook his hand replied "Max," with smile. I have a feeling this class is gonna get less boring.
Iggy turned around and faced forward when Miss Sally cleared her throat, and Max noticed that students had filled in the empty seats.
"Attention class," Miss Sally said, raising her voice slightly. "I have a few announcements to make. If you will-"
"Sorry I'm late Miss Sally," Fang Walker interrupted as he burst through the door. Miss Sally sighed and motioned him to take a seat, the only empty one being next to Iggy, and in front of her and Angel. Oh joy this class is going to be hell too.
And there we have Max and Fang introduced! Fang if only slightly but he's there!
It seems like I get one review for every chapter, which is really disappointing. I really like this story, it has a plot! So, I can't believe its come to me asking but R&R? Please? It would really mean a lot if you did. Reviews make my day. Like a little reward. So… please?