The Angel and The Devil

Desire is an angel. Nessie is a devil. Neither of them fit where their supposed to. But when a chance encounter brings them together, they can't help but notice their similarities. Becoming best friends, they decide to switch titles- and lives. But the punishment if their discovered is as severe as it can get. Will they be able to keep their secret or will they be shunned by their families for the rest of their lives?


3. If I Could Punch You, I Totally Would

Desire's Point of View-

  "Desire?" Lisa taps me on the shoulder gently. I open my eyes, blinded by the light coming in from the bus window. I must've fallen asleep on the way to school.

  "Oops," I yawn, "Sorry."

  Lisa smiles and I sit up to unload the bus. Sometimes angels were too perky in the morning. I could sleep until 3 pm on most days if I was allowed to. But I'm not allowed to. So I get up and follow Lisa off the bus. Like a good little angel. I stop a little ways as I do every morning to watch the devils unload their buses and go in their side of the building. I loved their dresses, red and black, my favorite colors. My sister walks to my side and taps me on the shoulder.

  "Desire?" She smiles one of her sympathetic smiles, "Could we talk?"

  "If you're going to lecture me about the council and stuff, no, if you're going to help me with my math homework, then yes," I say with a smirk on my face and she shakes her head.

   "Desire I'm worried about you. You know what they do to angels who aren't like angels," She sighs, "I'm also worried about our family's reputation. we've never had an issue until you."

   "Oh yes," I roll my eyes, "I'm not perfect, just thought you should know. Neither are you."

  I walk away right as she opens her mouth to say something else. When I enter our side of the school, i let out a sigh. It's close to Christmas- one of the biggest angel holidays- so the school is decorated in snowflakes. It never snows here, but apparently that doesnt matter to the school.

  "Desire!" I see my friend, Lizzie, waving to me from a distance, "Over here!"

  Lizzie is one of those perky angels. She still fits in, but she's louder than most angels and is extremely helpful. She can be considered a perfect angel too.

  "How are you, my little Dyvaol?" Dyvaol means devil in Russian. Lizzie's called me that ever since she learned it in forien language.

  "Oh you know, the usual," I say with a smile, "Living in the shadow of my sister because I'm a terrible Dyvaol."

  Lizzie gives me yet another sympathetic smile. Only I dont mind Lizzie. Her sympathetic smile is more of a "whats wrong? Is there anyway I can help?" where as everyone elses is more of  a pity smile. I swear, I love everything about Lizzie.

  "Can I help?" She asks. I shake my head as a response and she gathers me in a bear hug, "It's ok my little Dyvaol."

  "I know it is. It always is."

  "It's never okay for you," she looks down and realizes I'm crying. She wipes tears from my face, "Everything's gonna be alright."

  I nod and wipe my own tears from my eyes. Lizzie will be a great guardian someday. She's great with angels and she'll be great with humans. I can't say the same for me. I'll probably be banished. But whatever. Nobody can say I didn't try. The first bell rings and with a bye from Lizzie, I'm off to face the day on my own.

  I go to first hour through fifth hour. Fifth hour is Angel History, and I have a pop quiz. I really suck at Angel History, so pop quizes for me are like torture. I'm stuck on the first question for 15 minutes when Mr. Kunert gets a call and I get sent down to the counselers office. I gather up my stuff and practically run out of the room.

  I walk slowly down the hallway. I look down at my feet. Then, a devil girl that was running runs full force into me and knocks me backward.

  "What the heck!" I scream at her and I knock her books out of her hands. I then look into her eyes. Her eyes are the same as mine, "Oh, wait... I'm... I'm sorry."
  I bend down to gather her stuff and she gathers mine. I hand her her stuff that i stacked in a pile and she hands me mine. I stick out my hand, "Hi, I'm Desire."

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