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High as the Beach
Imogen Hansworth
Imogen was ready. Ready to communicate with a demon for the first time in her pure-winged life. And admittedly, she was certainly terrified for what she was soon to experience from her enemy. Perhaps, he wasn't as bad as the Government made him out to be, maybe all the trouble this demon caused wasn't his fault? Whatever, whether he did or did not cause that damage, that still doesn't excuse him from being a demon I have to babysit. Imogen thought as she made her way toward the white structure of her High school. And Jesus, did she dread the overwhelming sight.
Wearily, she made her way toward the reception - he was supposed to meet her, and with him she supposed would be guards to ensure he doesn't escape on the way. The thought, of coming face-to-face made her stomach churn, as if she was on a rocking boat among the salt of the sea. She was wearing all white (alike every other Angel on this earth), she wore a mini skirt which held moderately at her mid-thigh, a white leather jacket to where a large button wrapped around her neck and boots that only lifted to her ankles, plus were heeled from the back. Her nails were long with time whilst her ocean, blue eyes were drained from a lack of time. She had trouble sleeping the night before, it was almost like her pillow was stocked full of rocks and no matter how many times she checked, it was just her imagination.
Imogen took her hand and grabbed a bottle of water from her bag then taking a sip, this her attempt to awaken herself fully. Now all she had to do was wait. Wait for this evil spirit to impact their school and turn her world upside down.