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Posted: February 2nd. 2009 2:55:22 PM
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A Fallen Angel's Wings: Verse I
by Evesapple89
Age Group: Adult
Verse 1
The Beginning
Adrian awoke in a cold sweat, her alarm clock’s buzz ringing in her ears. She stared at the amber glow of her now silenced clock. It read 5:32. Only two hours of sleep again, though fatigue always disappeared with that dream. She forgot the horror of her imagination and slipped out of bed, the cool shower water finishing what the alarm clock had started.
She hastily pulled on her favorite pair of Gap jeans and a black sweater that draped flatteringly off her well-toned shoulders. She grabbed her backpack off a kitchen chair. As she rushed toward the front door she stopped briefly in front of a full view mirror. Her jet black hair tumbled gracefully to the middle of her back and striking blue eyes were complimented by her porcelain skin. She was a model-type-girl to the many teen magazines she had read when she was a younger teenager, yet she occasionally wondered why she was the leper of Chilton High.
Adrian pushed the thought to the back of her mind and forgot it. She walked cautiously onto the bus. One jock was smirking, leaning slightly to his neighbor and whispering something, obviously a degrading phrase toward Adrian. As she headed to the back of the bus she spotted Dae, though his full name, Daemon, was given to him as torture via his mother, who is Adrian’s best and most likely, only friend. She plopped into the creaking, genuine pleather bus seat and smiled at Dae, “What’s up?”
“Nothing really, just trying desperately to remember what my homework was last night so I can make that jock do it for me, but I’m not so sure he’s willing, ” he said jokingly.
“Well, you want me to go over there and beat it out of him?” She liked these light conversations they had with each other.
“So how’s the book going?” he asked honestly.
“Slow.” She answered with a sigh, “A lot of times I get my ideas from my dreams, but recently I’ve only had one recurring dream.”
“Is it the one with the hobo demon hunter?” He said in a spooky voice, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue.
She laughed and shook her head.
The bus stopped and the students filed off. Adrian waved goodbye to Dae and headed to class.
A stout man stood in front of the classroom door, Mr. Remington is what the drones of the class called him, but Adrian referred to him as ‘The Blob.’ A receding hairline and an oddly shaped beard decorated his head and face, hiding the millions of year’s worth of wrinkles.
“Good morning Miss Christianson, ” he greeted Adrian in a distasteful tone, yet never losing his ‘delightful edge’, as he liked to call it.
Adrian grinned at the old man and retreated to her desk in the far reaches of the room. She pulled her backpack onto the small wooded table connected to her chair and placed her laptop behind it. Again she was at a loss for words and her fingers hovered over the keys. Her mind was blank; all she could think of was the many cream cheese pastries dancing in her head. She usually didn’t skip breakfast, but earlier this morning, strangely, she wasn’t hungry.
The class began, as did the never ending rants of the Blob. But to Adrian’s surprise his monotone voice stopped and she looked up from her laptop. A casual looking boy walked in and handed the Blob a tardy slip and placed himself in the closest empty seat, and that seat just happened to be next to Adrian. He was dressed in a loose black shirt tucked into a pair of faded blue jeans; he had a gracefully curved face framed by tousled black hair. She was suddenly struck by familiarity, Meleas? This boy showed a striking resemblance to the main character in her book, a lost and confused fallen angel trying to find his memory and exterminating hell demons along the way.
Adrian went back to her laptop uninterested in having a conversation with this ‘Deja vu’ boy. She glanced once more to study his features, nothing out of the ordinary, no wings sprouting from his back or a celestial crystal in his forehead, nothing at all that gave him away as a fallen angel. Then something caught Adrian’s eye, a pendant, but not just any pendant, it was the exact pendant that Meleas wore, a sterling silver Celtic cross intertwined by a wyvern with a single sapphire as its eye. She stared at it in disbelief and wonder, yet her mind told her he had probably found the necklace in her older sister’s jewelry store.
Adrian had let her older sister read the first chapter of her rough draft and it had Meleas’ description in it and her sister said she wanted to make his pendant in her store. Adrian’s rationality sometimes got the best of her, but she was comforted that this theory was possible.
This boy seemed cold, or maybe even timid, for he didn’t speak to anyone, not even the teacher. This was strange because a lot of students either were terrified with the first look of the Blob and became submissive in his glare, or are complete teacher’s pet. Adrian fortunately escaped these categories and created her own, the students, correction, student who challenges the Blob willingly.
“He’s such a bore isn’t he?”
Adrian jumped slightly at his words, and then she realized she had been staring at him the whole hour. She nodded, smiling slightly.
“On some days he’ll actually squeak if you listen really hard, ” Adrian replied sarcastically.
He laughed, his voice was smooth almost soothing. He wasn’t a puberty stricken teenage boy that was constantly yipping after every other word, but didn’t have a gruff, manly voice.
“I’m Nicholas.”
“Adrian.”
“What a pretty name; it suits you.” He smiles.
Adrian blushes and smiles back, “So how did you end up in this hell hole?”
Nicholas’ jovial expressions diminished, then he looked at Adrian with a surreal smile, “You needn’t burden yourself with those answers.”
Adrian was puzzled; her awkward questions were fleeted away by the hourly bell.
“Hope to see you soon, Adrian.” he waved and left the room.
Adrian walked to the school courtyard and rested by her favorite cherry tree, its flowers were blooming, a gentle white and pink mixture with light green leaves. Adrian placed her hand on the trunk and slunk down, folding her arms and closed her eyes.
“You seem comfortable.”
Adrian shot up, startled by the sudden voice.
“Oh, Dae, it’s just you, ” Adrian sighed, half-asleep.
Dae seated himself next to Adrian, crossing his legs and putting his hands on his head. Adrian admired how he was so carefree and kind. In this lighting he seemed almost childishly free, not to mention the cherry pedals now landing on his head added to the careless factor. Then Adrian realized, the sun was setting, how long had she slept? She quickly apologized to Dae and grabbed her bag.
How could she have slept the entire day? Sure she had dozed off so many days in her life during lunch, but she never stayed asleep for so long! She rushed to the now deserted parking lot of the school. She glanced into the teacher’s lounge window. No one. Her mother was going to kill her, and then there was going to be an obvious call from the school secretary, saying she had ‘skipped school’. Adrian was definitely doomed to Tartarus for her ‘crimes against a mother’s wishes’.
Adrian took a shortcut, through the woods close to her house and over the Jameson’s fence. She opened the front door to find her zombie little brother drooling in front of the TV.
“You’re late, ” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Jason, I don’t have time to bribe, just don’t tell mom and we’ll talk late, ” Adrian pleaded.
“Whatever, ” Jason replied nonchalantly and returned to staring at the screen as if nothing had happened.
Adrian dragged her feet opening her room door and switching on her three lamps. Her room was relatively small, a cork board was one of the walls, covered in old pictures of summer vacations and lonely dances and parties conspicuously tacked around her desk and treasured laptop. The others were painted red, and had a Japanese theme. Three wood shiki-e paintings were placed over her cherry wood dresser. Two bronze fans hug over her floor mattress, her deep red, down blanket crumpled in the middle of the bed. She had heavy white blinders that blocked out the sun entirely, though this didn’t help her dying bamboo in the corner next to her desk.
Adrian tossed her backpack on the floor and bounced onto her bed. She stared at the many failed attempts of manuscripts on her desk and sighed. Her mind always wandered when she lay on her bed. What was she going to do about her writer’s block? How was she going to deal with sitting in class next to a cute guy that looked exactly like one of her characters? And the most pressing question on her mind at the moment was what was she going to do when her mother got home?
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