Tiffany tried to sleep but that dream still haunted her. Right now she was just feeling angry and wretched. Her parents were sleeping, having worked in the night. Great, now she had to make breakfast herself.
"This whole thing's stupid" She muttered. She was glad she was suspended. Stupid Sarah. Stupid dream. Why was she even dreaming something like that anyway? Usually her dreams were rather... interesting. Since her transformation into... whatever she was. She didn't really think about it too much. All she knew was that she dominated, wherever she went. It was like that before, and its the same- if not more now.
She cooked a light breakfast of egg and sausages... the smell of meat was appetising.
She stared at the eggs briefly reminding herself of the dream. "Just you wait Sarah..."
Her father surprised her by being up. He rubbed his tired eyes, from working in the office for so long at night.
"Tiffany we need to talk" he said sadly.
She scowled at him.
"Don't make that face with me." Her father spoke sternly. "Do you think we are happy for you to be suspended?"
Tiffany laugh a little. "Oh Father... do you really think school matters any more?"
Her father blinked. Tiffany was always a bit mouthy... but this was taking it too far. "I know things are-
"NO! YOU DONT KNOW!" She shouted it, as dark shadows flickered around her. Her father had to take a step back. He was afraid of her... good. They were all afraid... but then an image of that dream came. Loneliness... that feeling grasping inside her heart. She softened just a touch, and the shadowy aura lost some of its edge.
"... I can only.. imagine" Her father conceded. "Tiffany...this isn't like you at all."
"Are you afraid I lost my mind, Dad?" She did a crazy little grin on her face.
He was starting to wonder. "Your still my daughter... I love you. That won't ever change."
"If you love me... stay out of my affairs. I will handle 'school' things."
her father didn't even know what to do. He couldn't discipline her even as a normal human... but in this form, her father couldn't even be in the same house as her. He was so afraid, she could taste that fear...
"I... am going to sleep honey... we will talk more." He wanted to say she was grounded, but something about her just made those words stuck in his throat. His teenage daughter had become every parents worse nightmare. He walked back to the bedroom, glancing as she ate the sausages, at a loss on what to do.
Jon got to class glad to be resting, on her desk. she pushed her upper human body onto the desk for support. She was starting to break into a sweat. For some reason she was wondering if anyone else could tell her issue.
She wasn't sure if it was going to get worse, or if this is the worst it got... But she did know already, that she really hoped Mikey did not have to go through this too. What exactly would she say to her new little sister? Its not a big deal? This is a big deal! It hurt so much. This couldn't possibly be normal for girls... could it? She just wanted to get this over with. She then noticed Tiffany was absent... what happened?
"Tiffany was suspended for three days. She will be back afterwards." The teacher informed them
Suspended? What in the world did she do? Then again, this being Tiffany, Jon had a few ideas. She was actually fortunate her threat was enough to get her off her back. She didn't think she could deal with her today. She leaned down on her desk as that dull ache seemed to get stronger. She guessed the worst was not over... She wanted to say it was unfair, but maybe it was. This was her careless wish... everyone was suffering for it. This was tiny compared to what others were going through.
Just a little longer, if she could endure it she could get the stone to undo everything. That goal was always in her mind, that one hope.
This nightmare had to end soon.. just a bit longer
David looked at the slug girl... she liked her.
Not exactly in the way she might have before. She was quite a looker- even if you had to 'get used' to the slug part.
David's status in the school had always been a nerd. She wanted to be cool though, and she had thought being with Mark and the others, would have made her cool. So she did a few favors for the guy, but it cumulated to him borrowing her fathers car, a drunken spree (he was not one of the ones drunk), and barricading themselves in the church for the next night. Then of course, their change into their current form... as angels. Female angels.
She wondered if there was any force directing their changes. Did it not seem a bit too coincidental that they were in a church when this happened? But then, why angels? They acted like complete dicks. What was the point of it? There was probably no reason at all. If there was a God, He was probably laughing His head of. Just like everyone else ever did in his life.
David was a wimp. She did what people told her to do. She stayed in the background, the place she felt was safest. It was always her way, and she still was. The slug girl however, was so brave. The way she stood up to Tiffany was just the coolest thing she had ever seen. She didn't even know her name, and wasn't able to put up the courage to ask. She didn't know anyone in the classroom and knew they probably didn't know her. They didn't even want to know. She wished she could be that brave. To stop those that tormented her in the past. She remembered her school work being destroyed, being spat at, cruel tricks... those things stuck.
She felt one of her new 'sisters' twirling a pen between her fingers... freaky. She wasn't sure she could get used to it. She stretched out her wings a little, as she glanced down to the robes she wore. They appeared when they first changed and for some reason, she knew she could always find them if she desired. But she could not dress any differently then the others...
She sighed. She was connected to five other people in the most intimate of ways, yet was the loneliest person in the school. Everyone else was talking to each other, some of them discussing their changes, others trying to get on with the lesson. The teachers didn't mind it.
given she had nobody to talk to, she just tried to get on with the work. She looked at her book. A history lesson on Rome. This would be one of her favourite subjects, but she couldn't really concentrate on it. She couldn't concentrate on any studying at all. She couldn't even blame her distraction on the others. She could even feel that they were finding ways to 'get on' with things. Even if they were all jerks, they had each other to talk to. She was not really part of that group, and was simply 'excess' baggage. She was the 'sixth' member.
She noticed the slug girl turn, and their eyes momentarily met. She seemed really pissed off- at her? Had she noticed her looking? She quickly looked back to her book. She didn't want to make her angry. Who knows, she might decide to put her mucus on 'her'. Visions of humiliation from such an act entered her mind. That slug girl was going to be popular, she could tell. It was like radar sense.
The popular ones always hurt her.
She had to get out of here... maybe she could kill fifteen minutes somewhere. "C-could I be excused..." She asked the teacher.
"Are you okay David?" The teacher enquired.
"I- I just need some fresh air.. please?"
"Well... go ahead," the teacher nodded. She had been told by the councillor to give David an easy time as possible, until she could settle in.
The angel girl did her best to shuffle away, trying to ignore anyone that might glance at her.
