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"The forecast for this day will be a beautiful temperature of 65 degrees-"A forceful hand slammed down on the alarm clock and groaned. A female with short, tangled, and an all around birds nest of red-brown hair lay in bed, her gray eyes half shut. "Damn school…" She growled as she stared at the ceiling for a split second before turning onto her side to stare at her alarm clock. Six ten. Too early for life. "Maybe I can sleep for a few more minutes…" She finally decided, curling up in a ball before drifting off to sleep.
"Amanda Rose Smith!" A voice yelled in her ear and she suddenly jerked awake and glanced at the clock. Eight thirty. Late for school again. She looked at her mother, a woman in her mid forties with frizzy red hair constantly falling out of her ponytail and always wearing her khaki pants with a red button-up shirt. "Sorry, mom, I don't feel very good today…" Amanda said in a raspy voice. Her mother's eyes softened considerably as she placed her hand on her daughter's forehead.
"Well, I don't feel a fever…" The woman started before her child once again placed her head down on the pillow and closed her eyes. With a sigh and a standing up woman, Amanda's mother went to the door. "Amanda, I'll let you stay home for the day… Tomorrow I want you back at school, do you hear me?" The girl nodded slightly and listened as her door clicked shut and her mother scuttled down the stairs, out the front door, and into her car.
When she heard her mother pull out of the driveway and down the lane, Amanda threw back the covers and jumped out of the bed. Another day to herself, another day to slack off and not worry about the constant gossip questions from her friends. She wandered over to her desk, sitting down at the comfy office chair and firing up her laptop as she prepared to jump onto the internet and search around for nothing in particular.
Her eyes widened suddenly and she leaned back far in her chair. She saw it, the dark mass in the near full moon that night. The whispering of a woman. And -what was that? - a quiet song. As the vision faded, Amanda quickly pulled up a word document and typed out everything she had seen, even though it wasn't much. Everything like this had been happening to her recently and she didn't know why. She'd have strange visions of the nights before, and she'd always hear the same tune as before.
She finally stopped in her frantic typing, listening to everything around her. The birds chirping outside, the cheerful chattering of neighbors, and the silent little tune that always played in her visions.
"Hush my child,
Don't say a word.
Mothers going to keep you
In a beautiful world…"
So yeah, this is part one in my new little insane story series Stories of Fallen Angels. Trust me, all the stories will combine into one story.
This is a very very very rough idea and it may or may not be continued, though I'm sure it will be until I loose my interest in angels. So yeah... enjoy it, tell me what you think, and yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah
First story is Amanda's, next is tba.
This story belongs to me
Don't ask me where the idea where the tune came from, it was just nicking away in my brain so I put it in there.
Music: [link]
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I don't own the music, sadly. ;-;