The Last Angel
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This is a book im writing for my bf so hopefully this will be a great bday gift for him.
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She's young at the beginning but she's a teen.
Everyone says that once you've been marked there's no way back. That after so many years and decades of searching, you'd soon grow mad and even more lost. They said on death row you'd see a white light and just move on, it soon fading to black once you crossed.
*tell it like its your life story*
"I have an angel on my side fighting off the monsters." My sister would just laugh and say it's an imaginary friend while my parents said that we were atheist and that was that. After years of being ignore and denied, I decided to keep my angel to myself.
*defiant, whiney for speech part (little kid like) but for narrative sound mature.*
My sister Stella always called me a "lucky bitch" while my parents just shake their heads in awe and fear that one day, I won't be so lucky.
He loves her but knows he can't have her, if you could portray this in your tone fabulous if not but i love the way your voice sound ill work with you.
"Man that was close, to close if you ask me." I had stepped out of the boys restroom nearby just as the bell rang to see her walk up the stairs. "I know the only class I have with his is band but geez, why does everything seem..off?"
*the part where he talks is his inner thoughts.*
Something had changed in her that day.She was oddly, quiet compared to what she usually was. She wasn't her dark and mysterious self today, which made me sorta worry. She kept constantly looking over at me then back towards the percussions section in the back of the room. I never looked back, but I could see out of my peripheral vision she was looking at me then at Karma.
*Thinking things over in your head again inner monologue basically.*
A thought slipped thru my mind, 'why does she like him so damn much? I can clearly see she's gonna get hurt by him in the long run.' I looked back and Karma just looked at me for a split second, and I could see he was pissed at me for no known reason. I looked down at my clarinet and then my sheet music and just sighed. 'I really don't wanna be here,' I thought before quietly playing to myself.
"Why are you talking to Luna, you nerd?"
*Protective Dick*
"Luna if you don't clean these fucking dishes Imma beat your ass!"
*BIG AF BITCH! NO ONE LIKES HER SOUND SNARKY AND ROOM AF*
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