The girl stood by the woman’s side, tall and firm. They were looking over a boy who happened to be lying on a crystal white bed.
“What will happen to him?” She asked quietly. The woman started to stoke her hair.
“You’ll see, my darling.” She responded, sighing deeply afterwards.
“But what will happen when he finds out that he is the one? He will end up in grave danger, won‘t he?” The girl asked again. The woman closed her eyes.
“Very. You must make sure he stays safe. He is our only savior in these days. Heaven cannot help us. It is up to him. You shall tell him. You shall protect him. You shall help him discover his abilities. He though, he will save us. Remember what you must do, not what you feel like you need to do.” The woman said. The girl nodded, face full of content. She walked up to the boy and bent down, kissing him on the forehead and whispering goodbye for now before unfolding her wings and flying off. The boy started to descend. He was falling faster and faster as each second flew by.
Carter awoke with a fright. He ran his hands through his thick, black hair before sinking back into his bed.
“Fourth one this week.” He muttered to himself. “Who are these people?” Carter groaned and climbed carefully out of bed, being careful to not awake his 6 year old sister, Destanee. Even though it was 1:30 in the morning, he walked downstairs and watched the rain splatter the windowsill. The rain always seemed to calm Carter after anything. It made him happy. He closed his brown eyes before remembering that he had another day of torture tomorrow. Torture being school. Carter wasn’t popular. He never was and never wanted to be. After battling with himself withier he should go upstairs and back to bed again or stay down in the kitchen, he crawled back up the wooden stairs and back into his dark room. It wasn’t long till he fell asleep.
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“Wake up!” Carter’s mother yelled, banging on his door. He moaned and turned over, forgetting that he had a small bed, and fell out. Moaning in exhaustion and pain, he gathered himself off the floor and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. After changing into his normal attire of black jeans, a band shirt, a DC hoodie, and orange converse, he ran downstairs, skipping breakfast because it was time to go. 8th grade was torture. It was so close to high school, yet so far away. He sighed, kicking a pinecone, just as the bus came. Pulling out his Ipod, he boarded the bus quietly, making sure no one noticed him. Carter took a seat in the way back, waiting for his best friend, well, only friend, Danny, to get on.
“Hey.” Danny said, sitting down next to Carter. Carter didn’t hear him.
“Dude.” Danny tried. Still nothing.
“CARTER!” He yelled, pulling out one of the ear buds and into his ear. Carter jumped and faced him.
“What the fuck man?!” He yelled, face all red. Danny, of course, was laughing away at him.
“It isn’t funny…” Carter said, putting his ear buds back in. Danny had black, long hair, blue eyes, was fairly tall, and skinny. He always had girls drooling over him. Carter, on the other hand, had long, thick, straight black hair, brown eyes, and was only an inch taller than Danny; 5” 7‘. They finally arrived at school. 41, 32, 01. Carter thought, turning the lock on his locker. Click! He put his bag in, grabbed the books he needed for the day, and entered the classroom. 30 minutes passed and everyone was in their seats, silent.
“We have a new student joining us, class.” Mrs. Sanders said.
