Song: At the Bridge by Ibrahim
Scarlet's POV
I am finally back in school from being suspended. There is still time left before the bell rings so I just hangout with the group. Atlanta looks frustrated and she gets up from where she is sitting and heads to the back of the school. "What's wrong with Atlanta?", I ask. "She does this sometimes", Blake answers. "But she looked frustrated, I'm gonna talk to her". "Okay Scar, just be careful", Blake says using my nickname that he gave me. I head to the back of the school and I see Atlanta leaning against the wall, smoking. Her face stained with tears and her eyes red and puffy from crying. "Atlanta?" "Oh, hey Scar", she says while she tries to hide her tears. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?", I ask her while going up to her to stand next to her. "I-I wasn't crying. What makes you think I was crying?", she says trying to hide the fact that she was crying. "Your eyes are red and puffy." "I-I'm high", she says. "Okay, then explain the tear stains." "Okay fine I was crying, happy?", she says giving up. "Can you please tell me why?" "Okay I'll tell you, just please don't freak out." "I won't." "You promise?", she asks. "I promise." She throws the cigarette on the floor and turns it off with her shoe.
Atlanta's POV
I take a deep breath and I start telling her about the reason I was crying. "I was born with abilities to shapeshift. I can shapeshift to look like an angel or a demon..." I look at her to see she is not phased by me telling her this. I'm surprised by this. I continue. "For the angel, I can do the full transformation or hide certain things from the transformation. Same goes for the demon." "Can I see?", she asks. "Yeah." I transform to the Angel first. My brown hair turns to white. Then a halo appears. My clothes turn white. My eyes turn blue and white wings appear. The wings are 5 feet and 5 inches, my height is 5 feet and 7 inches where as Scarlet seems to be 5 feet and maybe 4 or 5 inches. She looks in awe at the angel transformation. The angel transformation is not the one I'm worried about. "Please don't freak out on the demon transformation." She nods nervously. I then get out of the angel transformation and transform to the demon. My hair turns black, horns appear on my head, my eyes turn black, my clothes turn black, and 7 foot, gray wings appear. She has an expression on her face that looks like shock. I can't tell if she is afraid, which scares me. I then take out a cigarette, light it, and I begin smoking again. I begin to talk. "Sometimes, in my head, I can hear my angel side and my demon side fighting. It scares me. It brings back memories. That's why I was crying." She gets closer to me. "I want you to know that I am not scared of you and that if you ever need someone to talk to or you just need comfort, you can come to me", she says with a sweet smile. She's so adorable. Did I just think that? Anyways, she gives me a hug and then asks me if she can see my wings. I nod and expand my wings so she can see them better. The demon side wings are 7 feet so they are pretty big. She starts feeling my wings feather's. "Damn, your wings are soft", she says admiring my wings. "Thanks", I say with a chuckle. I then transform back to normal than we head to our classes.
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Hello there. Sorry this is short. I hope you enjoyed this and shoutout to my best friend for giving me the name Atlanta. If it wasn't for her, I probably would have given Atlanta a weird name. ~Ari