Aneal had woken up at 4:30 am, like every morning. After a quick shower, just to get the sweat from the nightmare she had during the night off her body and proceeded to spend the next three hours training in her room. It was larger then the rest of the rooms sense she wasnt a student and it was decorated how she liked; the walls painted a dark purple, a small bright teal couch sat against the wall with large windows facing her mounted flat screen, thick velvet curtains in a deep forest green blocked out the early morning sun light. Her bedroom was hidden from view by decorative screens, but she knew the bed was a mess of jewel tones like the rest of her room. Shaking her head away from her distracted thoughts Aneal finished the three hundred sit ups she was working on, moving on to basic defensive moves against an invisible opponent. Her dark hair bounced around as she moved from one move to the next quickly, her toned muscles rolling under her barley tanned skin like the waves that lap at the shore. A loud alarm blasted through the room, the annoying voice of Miley Cyrus sang about a wreaking ball caused Aneal to leap gracefully over one of her comfy lounge chairs to reach her cell phone. As soon as she silenced the blasted thing she hurriedly took a shower.
It didnt take long for Aneal to shower and blow dry her hair, quickly she did her normal makeup routine of mascara and chap stick. Taking a moment to look at her appearance she couldnt help but smile, her doe like pale golden eyes were framed by her naturally thick eye lashes that were accented perfectly by the mascara and her plump lips looked moist by the chap stick. Her skin was clear and her hair was having a good day so it hung in loose waves down her back, framing Aneal's face and making her skin look like creamy tea. Turning she darted out of her small attached bathroom and made her way to the dove gray wardrobe. Pulling out a dark burgundy tank top she matched with dark washed skinny jeans and her combat boots. The clock on her wall said it was 6:45 so Aneal existed her room while slinging on her leather jacket, its loose sleeves easily hiding the weapons the Academy had approved of her carrying.
Looking around Aneal noticed that most of the students were mingling and that her fellow Guardians of the school were as well. To the human students, they were just campus police, but the angels knew the truth and for the most part showed respect. Then again, most of the school guardians were once guardian angels but they had lost their charges under conditions they couldnt control. A small frown crossed her face momentarily breaking the dreamy look her face normally held. Aneal didnt know if the students would respect her because of how young she is. Sighing as a thickly accented voice cut through the air,
"Hey, good-looking, how does it go?" cocking her head at the sound she smiled one of her few but true smiles. Golden aura, another spirit user. Picking up her pace she got closer to the table she noticed that one of the boys at the tables aura was pained, scared even and that small frown graced her lips again. She knew him, he had been in her grade and she had heard he had stayed behind. Aneal masked her feelings of confusion before turning her attention to the other boy who was pouting at spirit girl sense she had stolen his apple though Aneal couldnt begin to understand why sense he had a mountain of food on his table ranging from fried chicken and ribs to eggs and bacon.
It didnt take her long to realize she had been staring at the group,
"Hello, Sachael? Im sorry to be rude I dont know you guys. Im Aneal Corvus, school Guardian." Aneals voice was like satin, flowing smoothly without hiccup from her throat and into the air around them the last part of her statement had been directed at Roza and Winston. Feeling eyes on her, Aneal turned and glared at the group of seniors at a table near by. She remembered them, they had been terrorizing a weaker classmate near the end of last year and she had quickly put a stop to it and healed the young boy at the same time. Obviously they remembered the pain of last years encounter because the whole group scurried away.
At 6:25 in the morning Winston finally managed to pull himself out of bed, his blonde hair sticking up in all directions from passing out at midnight with it soaking wet. The lanky boy groaned and whined the whole time, as if there was someone he was complaining too. With one last push, he flipped onto the cold hard ground and literally crawled to the small bathroom were he used the counter to stand. If it wasnt already obvious Winston isnt much of a morning person. Washing his face, he stretched and yawned before running his wet hands through his hair, taming it to some degree. Stumbling to his closet, he pulled out a black tee shirt and proceeded to pull on the jeans he wore the day before. He didnt bother with his jacket today, one because he split grape soda on it the day before and two he knew today was going to be a warm one by the sun shine the poured into his room.
Darting from his room Winston was able to make it into the cafeteria right as they started serving meaning he was able to pile his plate high. Sitting at his normal spot he waited for his friends as he downed his first cup of black coffee knowing full well he was going to need at least three more before he was anywhere near normal. Smiling and nodding politely at Sacheal, he was happy that the quite boy was the only one out their group currently there so Winston had at least a few more minutes to stew over the early morning.
"Hey, good-looking, how does it go?" the loud, cutting Russian accented voice of his favorite person drifted to him and his grin widened. Just by seeing Roza he felt better. Laughing, he shock his head at how his phrase sounded coming from her mouth.
"It goes good sexy lady." Winston replied before pouting at Roza for stealing his apple, he didnt really want the apple. He had way to much food as it was, but that didnt mean anyone could steal his food. Not even Roza, who he considered his best friend.
"Who is excited for 5th period test?Still pouting he caught sight of a beautiful girl walking over too their table, there was something about the grace of her steps at made him feel uncomfortable before she even spoke. Turning his attention to Roza he answered her question about the English test they had today,
"Totally, I mean whats better then tests? Am I right Sach?.". Then the spooky girl spoke,
"Hello, Sachael? Im sorry to be rude I dont know you guys. Im Aneal Corvus, school Guardian." Being the polite boy his mother raised he nodded to her and answered.
"Im Winston, this is Roza." He answered pointing at himself then at Roza.