COPYRIGHT HANALUE2202 2013
Hi peoples! Ok, so I really liked "Hush, Hush" by Becca Fitzpatrick, and I decided to write a little story of my own about a mysterious fallen angel that I decided to call Raphael. I hope you enjoy it. ^_^
Have you ever believed that you had seen something that you didn't want to see, that you weren't supposed to see? Did that something tend to have wings that were black, and crooked, and looked like they were molting? Did you believe it? Or did you just say to yourself that you were imagining it, and went about your day?
I have one thing to say to you: That was real.
A few months ago, I would've never believed I had seen it either. I would've shrugged it off and went about my business. But it's kind of hard to go about your business when you know that thing wants to kill you.
"Emery!" I groaned, and rolled out of bed. "Emery!" my mother called for the second time. I groaned again. I hated Mondays. I hated them. "EMERY! GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED, AND EAT YOUR TOAST, OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE." I called, "Alright I'm up, Mom, I'm up." I quickly got out of bed, pulled on some of my skinny jeans, and a T-shirt. I grabbed my sneakers, hustled them on, and brushed my hair.
I quickly put on deodorant, and started down the stairs. I grabbed my bag, a piece of toast, and went out the door. I chewed my toast furiously, and walked to school.
My best friend, Korra Harris, was waiting for me by the door. "Hey," I said. "Hey," she said, smiling. Korra was the total opposite of me. While she has the same personality as me, we look nothing alike. I'm really tall, and built, and I have black hair that cascades down my shoulders. It's really curly, and refuses to lie flat, even after a shower. I have bright brown eyes, and I have freckles that cover my cheeks, my arms, and my nose.
Korra is kind of short, and really skinny. She has bleached blond hair that doesn't hold a curl, and basically just falls down her shoulders. She has dark blue eyes, and she doesn't have a single freckle as far as I can see.
I smiled back weakly, indicating how tired I was. She pouted. "GIRL! You didn't have your coffee this morning! I told you to have some!" I rolled my eyes. Korra is all about coffee. The girl is obsessed with it. Every morning, she has at least three cups each morning, and then she has about three more in the afternoon. She even stashes little coffee containers in her backpack.
I opened the door, and said, "Age before beauty." I grinned triumphantly while she glared, and followed her inside.
I was taking notes in Mr. Bates' class when there was a knock on the door. I hardly looked up, and kept writing in my notes. Mr. Bates stepped out of the room for a minute, and the room suddenly went up in whispers. Honestly, I hated this class, because it was History, my very worst subject. Right now, we were learning about the bible, and what many different beliefs there were. Funny thing to talk about in history, I know, but someone had asked a question, and the conversation had stuck.
I doodled on my page, drawing a little heart with wings, and a halo. I put a little detail into the wings, and put a little shadow in the crease where the two sides of the hearts met up at the top. I carefully made the outside bolder.
I heard the door come open, and the sound of Mr. Bates' footsteps, but they were followed by new footsteps. My brow furrowed, but I kept my eyes on my heart. I carefully traced the wings with a darker shade of pencil. I had gone to the halo when I heard the new footsteps come up beside me. Then I heard Mr. Bates say, "You can sit over there, Mr. Kardoski. Beside Miss Evans." I seethed in anger at Mr. Bates, but I could see how he would put someone beside me. I was quiet, and didn't talk much, and my table was the only one with another available seat.
I just wished it hadn't been a guy that had sat down next to me.
I tucked my hair out from behind my ear, and made a curtain of hair between me, and the guy sitting next to me. Even though I hadn't talked to him, I already hated him, as I did almost every guy in the class. I peeked out at him from behind my hair, and my heart started to pump.
He was looking at me. No, not looking, but just out right staring. His hair was pure black, and sticking up, all in tiny spikes. There was no sign of hair gel, but it looked like his hair just refused to stay flat. His eyes were so dark I couldn't see the pupils, a sort of onyx color. His face was expressionless, and his complexion was pale. He was dressed in black, all black, and not one other color was on him that wasn't black except for his skin, and his lips. His lips were sort of pink, and they were a straight line right now. I blushed furiously, and turned back to my doodle. My hand was shaking, and I scribbled on the halo. I cursed at myself quietly, and erased the whole thing. I let out a breath of irritation, and started over again.
It seemed like forever before the final bell rang, and as soon as I heard it, I was out of there in a flash. I quickly went to my locker, and shoved everything in it, grabbing my other library book. I closed it, and set my forehead against the locker door, closing my eyes, and breathing until my breath was even. Then I hit my locker, irritated. How could I just go, and melt over some stranger? I glared at the tile floor, and walked to front doors.
I was just out the door when I was hit by something on the side of my face. I instantly sprawled out on the concrete, and dropped my books. I heard giggling, but I was dizzy, so I stayed lying down on the concrete. I felt a hot tear run down my cheek. I felt my face, and instantly pulled my hand back. Hot pains hot up the side of my face, and I held in a scream. I sat up, and opened my non-swollen eye to see where I had dropped my books. I spotted them a few feet away, and I crawled over to them, picking them up. I felt a tear come out of my swollen eye.
I crawled over to my last book to pick it up, but someone beat me to it. I looked up, and internally groaned. The guy from History was standing up, my book in his hand. I got up off my knees, and said quietly as he handed me my book, "Thank you." He nodded, and then noticed my eye, saying, "What happened to your eye?"
I didn't answer, just kept my head down, and looked down at the concrete, holding my cheek. "Emery, what happened to your cheek?" he asked. He knew my name?
I expected him to know my last name, but not my first name. Weird. "Nothing," I muttered. "I got to go. Goodbye." I quickly walked away from him down the sidewalk, and towards my house. I could feel his eyes boring into my head, but I didn't dare look back. I walked up the steps, and opened the door. The scent of my house flooded my nose. I walked inside, and closed the door behind me.
OK SO PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME HOW I DID! I'M NOT REALLY GOOD AT THIS STUFF, AND I'M A LITTLE NEW! PLEASE DON'T COPY MY STUFF GUYS! IT'S MINE! XP SO PLZ review! P.S. I KNOW THIS IS SHORT, AND IT'S BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE TO WRITE LONG STORIES, I LIKE TO BREAK THEM INTO SMALL PARTS. XD OK SO, YEAH...
PATCH IS TELLING ME TO SIGN OFF NOW. SO IS NORA. -.- ALRIGHT WELL SAY BYE AT LEAST!
Both together: "BYE!"