a n d e l i n a In all of the millenia Andelina had lived, she had seen some pretty terrible things. Horrible divine acts, the smiting of sinners, the transformation from angel to demon. She had witnessed Lucifer fall and take the others with him. But none of that, none of the glorious, terrible things Andelina and Isaac had witnessed, could have prepared her for this. She had never been more terrified. High school. Andelina was wearing a knee-length white dress, very plain, with thin straps and lace on the hem. She wore white strappy heels and her golden blonde hair was hanging to her waist. She looked like a picture of innocence, which, in most respects, she was. She had been quite a minor angel, so she had never committed a terrifying divine act like smiting down an entire group of people. No, that was left to Michael. Her brother, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to join Lucifer at any moment. Isaac wore black skinny jeans, a black T-shirt under a leather jacket and, the strangest, black eyeliner, which Andelina suspected he had stolen from the makeup she had bought because she saw other girls wearing it. In the month before school had started, Andelina and Isaac had spent their time studying the human teenagers they saw at malls and parks. Since they had no idea how to act and seem normal, they had taken their references from the teens they saw around them. They had adopted American culture quite quickly; Andelina now knew how to dress with fashion sense and do her makeup better than half of the girls at school. Isaac could now ride a bike and drive a car, which was how they had arrived at school today. The angels had given them enough means to buy a house and a car and anything else they may have needed. How nice of them. Andelina clutched her schoolbag to her chest as a receptionist from the office walked her into her homeroom. The nice lady had given her her locker combination and timetable already. Andelina kept her eyes on the ground as the receptionist whispered to her teacher. She could feel the eyes of the other students on her, whispering, about her looks, mainly. "Welcome to Pine Hollows, Andelina," said the teacher. "Why don't you take a seat up next to Fakir, in the back?" Andelina nodded and looked to the back of the room where a boy sat, wearing a large black trench coat and a purple sweater. She quietly made her way to the seat and sat down next to the boy. She was nervous, and her body language showed it; rigid back, clasped hands, heavy breathing. She smiled nervously at the boy.