Angel’s P.O.V
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I walk into school, to practically walk into my best friend Hatter, who had a new black and one red strip fedora on his head today.
People call him Hatter because he has different hat every other day, he loves tea, and in the twisted versions of Alice in Wonderland that’s our favorites, he can be pretty insane like that. He grabs me by my shoulders and looked me in the eye. His violet eyes widened. “Whats wrong?!”
I push him playfully when people start staring. “Hatter! Im fine. Its just my step father again.”
“Kill him,” he mutters.
“Hatter.”
“Sorry.”
I laugh and look him up and down. “Hey, um, is straight legged ripped denims, with a white long sleeve polo, and a fedora your new style?”
He grins, his cheeks growing pink, making his somewhat masculine facial features grow childish. I laugh even more when he puts his arm around my shoulders and pushes me in front of him, hitting a girl in front of us.
My happiness dies when she turns around, revealing its pretty much my enemy in the school, Rebecca Hayes. Being the captain of the cheerleading squad, blonde and tan as a Barbie who wears a whore red of lipstick with her plastered makeup, and dating the “hottest” guy in school, captain of the football team, thinks she’s top of the world.
Anyways, when she turns around she twists her face in a disgusted look. “watch what youre doing, emo.”
I roll my eyes. “Great comeback. What grade are we in, plastic?”
“Watch yourself, freak.”
I let her move on and then look at Hatter and mock Rebecca. “Watch yourself, freak. I can wear a string for clothing, but if someone actually wears clothing other than pink, theyre an emo or a freak!” I hit Hatter’s stomach. “Nice going, twerp.”
Before I go into my next class, Hatter blows me a kiss. “Love you too!”
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When I get home, im all alone, so instead of slaving and doing dishes, I throw myself infront of the computer for the time I have. What do I do?
Go over every inch of my computer for ANYTHING on my father. And then I find something. My birth certificate. But its different from any other one… hmm?
Killjoy Name: Death Angel
Birth date: October 17th, 1994
Birth Place: Zero Gravity
Hair: nat. blonde. Whatever she likes.
Weapons: ___________________
Jacket:____________________
Shirt: ________________________
Pants: _______________________
Shoes: _______________________
Mask: _________________________
to be filled out when brought into the killjoy world.
What is all this? Killjoy? What? And weapons?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
Death Angel? I like it, but I thought my name was Angel Preston?
I scroll down and see another, but its filled out.
Killjoy Name: Death Society
Hair: black short
Weapons: green ray gun. Combat skills. Catana.
Jacket: black and green stripped leather, with angel wings on the back in blue
Shirt: just white tshirt
Pants: ripped straight legged muddy denim
Shoes: military combat boots
Mask: black radiator sunglasses
Who is this? WHAT is this? Is this related to my dad? If so, how?
Just then though, there’s a knock on the front door, and I quickly ex out of those. I’ll have to deal with it later, I guess.
I uncross my legs, turn down the music, and go up to the door. I open it to see no-one there. I stick my head out and look to my left. “Hello?” I look to my right. Nothing. What the hell? Im starting to feel weird right now, and for once, I don’t want to be alone. I’ll go text Hatter.
I go back inside to lock the door, but something covers my nose and it smells like a strong… what is that?
Suddenly there’s a force of gravity, pushing me to the ground and before I can scream, theres something draining my energy.
Then, everything goes black.
