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"Sigh. Don't mention it," Steven replied. With that being said, he swung his legs out over the edge of the bed and stood up. He moved his head side to side to crack his neck a few good times before moving to the door, past the girl, and into the hall way to pick up the girl's last bag. When he entered the room again the girl was sitting down on the bed on the right side of the room. He sat the bag down next to the rest of her luggage and went back to his bed, and laid back down.

The angel passed out almost immediately after he asked, now staring at her unconscious, he could sense that she too was an angel. "Perily, stay back, I'm going to check and see if she's alright. The Angelic boy kneeled over her body and pressed his ear against her chest, not truly thinking of how inappropriate it would seem, "She's breathing but it's faint. We'll have to take her to the nurse."

For the second time that day, Julian found himself carrying an unconscious girl. "Perily I'm not leaving you alone this time, you're come with me" the angel told her then stared at the other girl, "I'd suggest you come in, you might not be safe here."

Perily nodded, following him. She was silent in her steps and watched the rest of the school population, wondering who was angel and who was human... and perhaps demon.

The flashback continued to play like a old video casette. She now remembered which day it was.......and what event was about to take place.

A couple of the meaner boys in the group walked up to the trio, looking nice for the moment. "Michelle, I got a question! You don't mind, do you?" he asked, making a innocent puppy face. Her two friends were shaking their heads in warning at the girl in question, but she reassured them with a smile. "I don't mind at all, what is it?"

The boy started to speak again. "So, about the math lesson on addition, I really don't get it much."

Michelle "ahh-d" and thought for a moment, before her little eyes of innocece found an idea. She took out a pack of S&S (Salvation and Savior candy; heaven's versioin of M&Ms) and poured some out on a empty part of the cloudbox; not alot of germs in heaven.

"Ok, so let's say Kiki had thwee M&Ms, I had two, and Webecca had fouw. It's one of those things where ya gotta learn da numbas, or it only makes things vewy difficult-." she began, her pronouncation of words themselves needing work. The smartest thing in the world, but she had something sort of like a lispe, or something that mixed her words up, something that goes away as age gets older. She didn't get any further before the boys began to laugh, one holding his stomach.

"See? I TOLD you she talks funny!" the main one laughed.
"I do not talk funny!" she retorted, rather hurt that this had been a setup from the beginning. She should've listened to Kiki and Rebecca, but she had given these boys yet another chance.
"Cmon, say something else! You can do math better than this whole class combined, but you can't pronounce a single r to save your life! Cmon, say-hm, what do you guys think we should- oh! Got one! 'robot rolls on rollerblades'!" They all stared at her expectly, which only confused the toddler Michelle.
"U-uh, Wobot wolls on wollerblades...?"
The boys began to roar in laughter again, one of them on the ground now, Michelle close to tears, while another boy was already in them in joy. Her two friends were now telling the boys to hush up, using the all-powerful assult of the word "poophead."

Many of her memories were beautiful times of fun, but this was one of the few taht were not? But why this one? She hated this one.

With a few directions from teachers, Julian managed to find his way to the nurse. She too was an angel, though it would seem she was hiding her wings for the humans' sakes, "Oh my, what happened?"

"Hm, I see, it looks like she has inhaled quite a bit of smoke," the nurse spoke then looked to Perily, noticing the soot covering her clothing, "I suppose this means she is your roommate."

"Actually no, that girl is my charge."

"And yet somehow you are fine and this girl has passed out," the nurse was now giving him the stern look of a nun, and as an angel that probably wasn't the worst comparison

"Well you see I sort of.." Julian broke mid sentence. He knew she was right. Perily was his responsibility and on the first day he was already shirking her, "Look, I'm sorry, I'm just new at this, that's all."

The nurse prepared to scold the boy further but suddenly found herself feeling sorry for him, "It's alright, things all worked out in the end, such is the will of God."

[[The snozberries taste like snozberries!]]
There was a loud clang, like someone had a baseball bat and was hitting it against a meetal pole, from the direction of the soccer field. Azazel was practicing by himself, silently firing off highpowered shots at the goal. He aimed it so that every time it would hit the top of the goal and make a loud clang, flying about fifty feet back. He'd then run back, dribbling the ball towards the goal again, backtracking, popping it into the air, quietly avoiding imaginary opponents. By now he was nearly drenched in sweat, and his breathing was labored. He bent down, picking up the soccerball and tucking it against his side, beaming at how well he had done today.

With every step Azazel took, he felt droplets of sweat fall to the ground. He took a stop by the locker rooms, throwing the soccer ball back in the bin with all the others. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, grabbing a towel and stomping tiredly over to the showers. Since no one was here, it was deserted, but it was the day time, so he didn't feel the least bit scared. He stripped, hopping into one of the showers and taking a quick shower to get clean. He must've been in there for about three or four minutes, choosing to rush.

He had brought a spare change of clothes, and tuggging them on, left the building by the soccer field. He ran a hand through his slightly wet hair, shaking his head to give it a bit of volume so it wouldn't stick to his head. Sometimes Azazel fussed with his appearance, sometimes he didn't. Azazel glanced back at the soccer field, smiling to himself, wishing he could play all day, but he had things to do. He planned to go to the library, get a bit of light reading, grab a bite to eat...