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[Ange]

Mama we all go to Hell,
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama, we all go to Hell.

Ange stalked along the derelict street, this wasn’t her type of place. The cars were out-dated by at least twenty years, the houses were crumbling and the kids down the street were all wearing Manchester United shirts, and well, that just said it all didn’t it? Ange focused her sharp eyes at the kids, they were kicking around a partially inflated football, pretending that they would be footballers when they were older and get out of this dump, not likely with those skills. Ange wondered why anyone would let them selves get to this stage and then think it was a good idea to raise their children in this state, it seemed like an impossible thought-track for Ange. She had been brought up well in wealth and comfort, she had even attended a private school, not like the dump she was in now. She once again cursed Lucifer for choosing the place, couldn’t he have picked a nicer place, one with better behaved students that didn’t smell so much and didn’t think that fighting was the high-time of the day? But no, he had to pick the worst school in the country to get his recruits from and Ange had had to come as his bodyguard, not that he needed one but she helped keep the girls away, along with Mocha. Ange kicked a rusting metal bin as she walked past it and watched as it fell over and started rolling down the street, on collision course for a group of students also walking to school, she grinned maliciously as it hit two of the swaggering boys and caused them to fall over on their faces. If they had been walking properly that wouldn’t have happened, idiots. Ange thought as she watched the two bulky lads being teased by their friends and turning as red as the ends of their friends cigarettes.

Ange turned into the crumbling entrance of the falling apart school and headed towards the biggest, and partially destroyed, building. She hated this place but at least the horrible green shirted and yellow jumper uniform had been abandoned, she didn’t have to commit a fashion crime now by wearing that piece of junk. Ange lent against the school building, ignoring the grime on the wall, and waited. She could wait standing still for hours but that wouldn’t look ‘human’ so she twiddled with her wavy black hair and scanned the area with her light green eyes. Still not here. Ange tapped the wall behind her impatiently, why on Earth was it taking so long? And why did she have to be the first to arrive, as always, and have to wait for ages whilst someone does their hair, pointlessly, and carefully selects each item of clothing out of their incredibly huge wardrobe, its not like there's anyone to impress here anyway. Ange, as usual, had just thrown on the first thing that she had found; a black button up v-neck, a purple skin-tight jumper and some black jeans. She had close to no make-up on, she couldn't be bothered this morning, with only eye-liner on to diguise the pointed eyes, most of her appearance was down to having to hide the inhuman features of a Demon, and her hair was no acception, it was simple and down in order to just cover her pointed ears. Really all the hassle of trying to look like a model was too much bother for Ange and she laughed at the girls that strutted past with their tangoed faces and heavy eye-lids, it was quite funny really, their face was a whole different colour to the rest of their body and it just made the caked on foundation incredibly obvious.

Still, though Ange didn't make an effort, boys stared at her as she walked past, it was a thing about being a Demon, Human's are naturally attracted to the superior race and Ange was definitely superior to them. Ange was a top level Demon, and it showed in her demeanor; she stood not tall but with a big presence, even though she was leaning, and she gave off an aura of royalty, not to mention menace.

[Jessica Mitchel]

Who does she think she is? Jessica stormed down the road, she payed little attention to the street surrounding her, she was more than used to it. After all it had been the place where she had lived since she was 12, but that didn't mean that she liked it. Her mother had screamed at her, once again, for wearing 'inappropiate' clothes to school again, she didn't seem to understand that mini-skirts were fashion, and to be honest, since when had 'decency' ever occured in fashion, even the georgian's wore revealing clothes, yeah sure they weren't allowed to show their ankles but they sure revealed alot of cleavage, she had seen how low those dresses were at the front, if you leant down in one of them... Jessica trailed off at the thought and laughed. Now that would be embaressing, talk about suffering for fashion. Jessica was slightly miffed to begin with, Madaline was ill so she wouldn't be at school, a day without her twin would be torture, she was the only one in the world Jess could talk to without feeling small and insignificant, and the arrival of those new students didn't help her inferiority complex, they were in her class... ALL of them.

Jess looked up from her scuffed-up pink coverse's and looked down the street instead, it was practically empty, not surprising seems as it was early in the morning, and there was only a group of guys on the opposite side of the road to her, two seemed to be blushing and nursing wounds, Jess didn't go and help, she didn't like the swaggering kind of idiots. Further down the street was a moving figure, far enough away to be almost a blob in front of her on her side of the road. Jessica brushed her blonde, wavy hair out of her right eye and carried on walking. She saw the figure turn in at the school gates and realised it was another early student, Jess looked at her watch in confusion remembering the group of idiots a little bit behind her. What the hell are they doing coming to school at this time? Surely it's an hour or two too early for them... Jess looked carefully at her watch, yes it was only 8:30, school wouldn't start until 9:00. Jess saw the early arrival of the group of boys as an omen for an unusual day as she turned in at the school gate and headed into school grounds, it was a truly run down school, the buildings were falling apart and one even looked like it was about to fall apart right then, it's left-wing wall was leaning precautiously against five long metal bars that were obviously trying to take some of the strain. What a dump... Jessica thought and looked around her, she saw the girl leaning against a grimy wall and looking around the few faces there and watching the gate every-now and then. She was one of the new students, inhumanly attractive, though she didn't seem to notice it, with her black hair curling against her waist and her small, balanced figure, though slumping, giving off an air of confidence that Jess never could have, not even when standing straight, her clothes were casual, just like her hair. The 'I really couldn't be bothered look' worked for her, unlike Jess who just looked like an idiot when she tried that. Jess decided to stand next to the girl, it would do no harm and that way no one would notice her.