The sun began to fall flooding its last beams of light over central city making the high school corridors glow a calming orange. Becca walked down daydream as she always does on a Friday afternoon with one earphone in and her iPod hanging out of her بلاؤز, کمری pocket until a familiar scent of skittles caught her nose. She turned to see Phoebe walking اگلے to her with a brown تھیلے, جزدان strap hanging over one shoulder, the black jewelled christen پار, صلیب clinking on the metal button.
“Hey, what آپ listening to?” Phoebe کہا looking at her friend, Becca finally realized it was her and looked up. “Oh! Daft punk, I love these guys” she say, Phoebe smiled and giggled a little “I guess we do that مزید in common than I thought…err… where’s wally and willow I thought at lunch we agreed to walk ہوم together?” , “Oh yeah but I کہا to meet them at the school gates but first I need to go to science to get my book wanna come?” She asked pausing her IPod. Phoebe turned to a door and touched the handle “Sorry I have to pick my dress from the D.T room I will meet آپ at the gates” and she darted inside. Walking across the room the light shining through the blinds lit up her face as Phoebe unpinned the dress to the manikin until her heard noise from outside. She parted the blinds with her fingers to find horror that made anger rise in her, which made her invisible wings twitch and her eyes glow a fiery purple.