I slid into my seat next to Kylie in class, I let out a sigh of relief when I realized it was the history of the world. I had been alive for over 600 years now and my mother told me all the stories of her past 1200 years as an angel, there wasn't much about the world's history I didn't know. I felt a presence behind me, it sent shivers down my spine, and made the hair of my neck stand on end. I could sense him, his eyes watching me, piercing my angelic soul. I whipped my head around and there he was, sitting in the very back of the class. His eyes met mine as he waved his hand and time itself had frozen. Our gazes were locked in one another's, his ice blue eyes searched my multi-color ones. One was ice blue like his and the other was emerald green. He smiled at me and my heart seemed to do a somersault inside my chest.
The screeching ring of the bell brought my mind back into reality, I turned around breathing shakily. I felt a hand grab my wrist and I winced in pain from when I had hurt it earlier that day.
"Evangeline!" Kylie hissed at me quietly. I looked over at her and she made a gesture with her head. I followed her movement and saw a old bird-like woman glaring down at me from behind her pointed spectacles.
"Would you be so kind as to answer the question for us Ms. Devereaux? Where did you transfer from?" Her thick french accent was cold and spiteful. I opened my mouth to answer her, but the voice I heard instead wasn't my own, it belonged to Chesley, one of Savannah's friends.
"She didn't transfer from anywhere Mrs. Golightly. Evangeline's never been to a normal school, you can see it all over her face. She's completely clueless, it's pure stupidity." She laughed and soon enough the rest of the class joined in, except for Kylie who was glaring down Chesley. Mrs. Golightly tried to maintain the volume and positive atmosphere of the class, but the laughing just continued to grow louder and louder. Chesley's voice ringing in my ears. "I feel really bad for her you guys, her mom died when she was young and she never got a proper education."
"Wow she's stupid and an orphan, how sad." Lila said laughing slightly.
"Gosh I feel terrible her mom got knocked up and must have been too poor to take care of her."
"We can't blame her, she didn't grow up around a good influence."
The voices echoed around me and the room began to spin around me, faces laughing, pointing, staring, I was a freak. The room suddenly became very quiet as one voice rang out above them all, Savannah.
"It's not her fault her mom was a worthless whore." She hissed. I lost control, I clenched my fists tightly and the windows shattered, glass scattering all over the floor. I heard people screaming as the rain from outside poured into the classroom. I slipped out amongst the chaos a ran down the hallway and found a dark, empty room. I snuck inside and flipped the light switch up. I was comforted by the sight of a mahogany cello across the room. I walked over, picked up the bow, and began to play. The deep, heavy notes filled up the air around me. I shut my eyes and let the music consume me as I played. I had lost all track of time when suddenly I heard a door close and my eyes shot open. My breath caught in my throat and I dropped the bow to the ground in shock.
"You." I breathed just loud enough for him to hear me.