Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

I groan, rolling over so I'm laying on my stomach. Groggily pulling my pillow up, I squish it down over my head. Hoping maybe, just maybe the nerve-grating noise will stop.

It doesn't.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

I groan again, this time in annoyance. Reaching my right arm out from underneath my cocoon of blankets, I repeatedly slap the top of my nightstand in a vain attempt to silence my alarm clock.

Now where did it...go.

I smile in triumph as my hand brushes against the cold metal of my old vintage clock, leaning further over as I lift my hand directly over top of it.

Prepare to die alarm clo-

I let a surprised yelp out as I suddenly find myself falling two feet down, my wrist knocking the alarm clock to the floor. My hands slap against the wood floor seconds before my face would've followed, the clock sitting just a few inches to my right.

Thank you hands.

I blow a piece of blond hair out of my face, my legs still on my bed, tangled in the bazillion blankets I insist on sleeping with.

What? I get cold at night....And yes, even in late summer.

Sliding my feet down to the floor, I pull my legs out. Grabbing my alarm clock with my left hand, I bring it up to my face, reading the hands on it: 7:00 A.M. But hey, at least it's now finally....quiet....

Crap!

First day of school.

I jump up into a standing position, practically running over to my clothes drawer. I frantically rummage through my middle drawer, my eyes scanning for what I'd already mentally picked out to wear today.

I pull out a plain red T-Shirt, and two pairs of denim shorts. I hold each pair of shorts up individually, looking between them as I make up my mind.

Not that there's much difference between them.

I quickly carry the shirt and my favorite pair of denim shorts towards my door, grabbing my bag of bathroom supplies before walking out.

Tiptoeing down the short hallway, I pass Michael's closed door. Smiling, I slide into the bathroom at the end of the hall. Only feeling more satisfied when I suddenly hear his door frantically open seconds before rushed footsteps come running down the hall.

He bangs on the door. "Heavyn!" He whines, banging on the door once again. "I've gotta pee." He complains.

I lean against the door. "Well maybe you should've thought of that yesterday before you repeatedly threw Cheedos at me." I state, adding a tinge of satisfaction to my voice.

He groans, probably rethinking his life's decisions by now. "But I really, really have to go." He continues, twisting the doorknob.

I walk up to the sink, splashing water on my face. "Too bad." I dry my face off with a towel. "Early bird gets the worm." I singsong.

He bangs his head against the door in defeat. "You're the worst sister on the planet." He grumbles.

"The feeling's mutual." I shoot back without pausing.

I hear his footsteps fade up the hall as he goes to check on the other two bathrooms.

Just wait.

One, two - I finish hydrating my face, running a brush through my tangled hair - four, five -

I nod to myself as I hear more footsteps come down the hallway, Michael immediately banging on the door again.

"Mom's in the other bathroom and said she won't be done for another five minutes, and dad's in the other." He rushes out, obviously growing desperate.

Just like I planned.

I smirk, pulling my hair up into a ponytail. "Do my chores for a whole week and I'll let you in." I tell him.

Bribery at its finest.

He hesitates for a second. "Fine." He mumbles. "Fine what?" I continue. "Fine I'll do your chores for a stinking week. Now let me in!" He yells.

Revenge is sweet. I told you it was coming.

I open the door, staring impassively down at him while I brush my teeth. "Maybe try being a little less hostile next time." I pat him on the head, moving out of the bathroom for him.

He immediately runs in, slamming the door behind him.

A minute later, after my brother oh-so-pleasantly finished his business. I start back up where I left off.

Having already showered last night, I simply change and apply just a little concealer and mascara to my face. Never really finding the need to go all out when it comes to makeup.

I finish up by applying cherry lipgloss to my lips, looking myself over in the full mirror that hangs on the wall.

My long blond hair hangs down my back in a ponytail, a small strand of straight bangs slanted to the left side of my face. My eyes are a dark, deep almond brown, naturally large. My roundish face makes my cheeks almost look chubby in a way, my nose long and dainty.

Now lets get this straight. I'm not fat, nor am I petite. I've simply got 'big bones,' as mom likes to say. I have curves - which personally, are way too noticeable in my opinion. I'm freakishly tall. Already standing at five foot nine.

Go me.

I'm wearing a red T-Shirt that would just barely be considered too big, and my favorite pair of faded Old Navy denim shorts that stop at mid-thigh.

I prefer comfort over style.

I open the bathroom door, throwing my stuff back in my room before I head up to the kitchen. I find mom already bustling around the stove, her attention completely on finishing up the task on hand.

Walking up to her, I give her a quick hug. "Morning." I tell her, getting the same greeting in return. I grab a bowel out of one of the cardboard boxes we haven't finished unpacking yet - since we just got here yesterday, getting a spoon, milk, and the box of Cheerios off the counter before I head out to the dining room.

I place the food stuffs down at the end of the table that's positioned farthest away, walking over to the tv in the living room.

Dad suddenly walks past me. "Bye Hev. Gotta go before I'm late." He quickly kisses me on top of my head, walking towards the door. "Have fun on your first day of school." He yells behind him. "Bye daddy!" I get out before he shuts the door.

I look back down, grabbing the controller off the tv while I switch it on.

Walking back to my seat, I change the channel until I find one to my liking. I stop on Daily News - the same business dad works for now, the camera focused on two people who are currently in the midsts of talking.

I turn the volume up, pouring a half a bowel full of cereal.

"New evidence involving the plane crash that killed hundreds - including Professor Miles Storm of Universal Labs, is now causing people to believe it was indeed targeted by a Celestial, not just a coincidence -

I pour milk into the bowel, my eyes glued to the screen that suddenly flips to a picture as they completely switch to a new topic.

There's a picture with dark surroundings, a darker blur in the middle - it obviously being the main focus. Two large black blobs stick out the sides of the dark blur. My head automatically tilting to the side as I try to make out exactly what this picture is supposed to be. A headline spelled out in bold, red letters the only clue.

Knight? Or Angel?

"A recent sighting is now bringing up a uproar about New York's very own Knight when a pedestrian swore he saw MidKnight sprout wings and fly away into the night."

I raise an eyebrow, curiosity igniting inside me.

"Do we now have a guardian angel protecting us? Or is it simply just another tall tale?"

"MidKnight is awesome!" I jump when Michael'a voice penetrates my concentration, my attention going over to him.

He sits to my left - apparently having taken a seat without me knowing, riffling through his backpack as he looks for something. His hazel eyes repeatedly move from me, back to the tv. His short brown hair now neatly combed, and his chosen outfit - a dark green button down shirt and kaki shorts, making him look more sophisticated then he really is.

One other thing you should know; I get my looks from our dad, and he gets his from our mom.

Funny how life works out.

"I mean, all his amazing ninja moves and riding a motorcycle makes him awesome anyway." Michael elaborates. "But now that he might have wings...." He breathes, throwing his hands up in astonishment.

"Do you know what this could mean?" He asks me, staring up at me with big eyes. "If it's true, then that means he'd be the first recorded Celestial to ever have wings!" Michael answers himself before even giving me a chance, his voice wistful. "So cool." He whispers.

I shake my head, leaving Michael to his little, 'Fangirl' moment.

The screen switches again, focusing in on a tall, well muscled older guy in a uniform. His stern face stares into the camera, the background flickering as people walk through the busy streets.

"What's your input about MidKnight and his 'supposed' wings, Captain Adam Galaspy?" A reporter that's out of screen asks, holding a microphone up to the captains face.

"I don't see why the - beep - it matters so much. Just so long as he continues to help keep these streets safe and doesn't step out of line, it doesn't concern me if he's got wings or if he doesn't."

It flips back to the two reporters inside, both of them all smiles.

I glance down at the leather watch on my left wrist, my eyes widening as I read the time: 7:30.

Frantically picking up my dirty dishes, I quickly set them by the sink. Running back to my room, I slip on my old white sneakers, throwing my tan and brown backpack over my right shoulder as I simultaneously stick my miniature notebook into my back pocket. And lastly but not least, I swing my camera around my left shoulder.

I pull my ponytail through my camouflage cap, tightening it down over my head. Walking back out to the living room, I'm met with mom already standing by the door. Michael standing with her, backpack in hand.

Which can mean only one thing.

"Heavyn, I'm dropping you off today." Mom states. "But mom." I drawl out. "There's still time for me to walk and make it there on time." I argue, walking a little closer to them.

"Not nearly enough, and I will not stand to have my daughter late on her first day at a new school." She opens the door, leaving me no option. "That just screams bad reputation."

Well Dad gets to walk to work.

"Okay, okay." I relent, holding my hands up as I walk past her and out the door.

No point in making her angry.

They trail along behind me, and we pile into the elevator. After only ten seconds, the elevator stops, and we all get out.

Mom starts the car up once we're inside, pulling out into our street. We go the opposite direction we'd come from yesterday, and I find my eyes zoning in on the building right next to ours - the building that guy went into.

I lean my head against the passenger side window as I wait for the twenty minute drive to be over, my finger tapping the glass.

Finally she pulls up to a large six story building, the words: Eleanor Roosevelt High School, plastered across the front in bold letters.

I sit there for a second, staring up at the tall building. "Alright, pay attention, make friends." Mom starts. "But most importantly: have fun." She smiles.

If you can even have fun in high school.

I tighten my grip on my camera strap, opening the door. I look back at them. "Bye mom." My eyes land on Michael. "Good luck, turd." I wave, giving him a goofy smile as I shut the door.

He copies my smile. "Yeah, you too, idiot." He gives me a salute.

"And mom." I look back at her. "I'm walking home later. I'll text you when school is out." I tell her before she can interrupt me, already walking forward.

"Ooh, and I'm still telling people dad almost ran someone over yesterday." Michael's excited voice drifts out from the open windows.

I shake my head in amusement.

"Michael, sweetie. We already discussed this yesterday-" Mom's voice fades off as she pulls out into the street.

I stop in front of the building, my eyes looking over these strange devices they have positioned beside each door - which pretty much looks like what Walmart has inside their store that beeps if you walk through it with a valuable item you didn't pay for.

I've heard of them before, though I'd never seen one in person. Apparently they can detect a Celestial, somehow. But since they cost so much due to them being new, only places that need high security are able to pertain them. And since this is a school, no one wants to send their kids to a place that could be inhabited with them.

Which means no one here could possibly be one.

I don't know if I should feel disappointed or happy about that.

I gaze up at the building, nervousness suddenly twisting in my gut. I square my shoulders, tightening my hands on my backpack strap.

Here I come Eleanor Roosevelt High School.

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A/N

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