Fly Away, Angel *Chapter One*

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b}Fly Away, Angel- Chapter One{/b}

I wake up in the same old bed I'd always woken up in. The mattress sags where your back lies and the springs jump with every swift move. Out of the window, little raindrops race each other to the ground, coming out of what seems a hole in the sky. The sun is behind the darkest, widest, meanest clod I'd ever had the misfortune to witness. It was dark and it was only morning; I always felt my feelings and emotions had an impact on the weather. Just me? Probably.



Breakfast is already laid on the table: toast and egg. A glass of orange juice sits beside the blue china plate. I down everything quickly. I'm not in the mood for school (well, I never am, but today is...different). My head aches from lack of sleep and my stomach is twisting around and around again. But Mary (the housemaid) would never let me miss a day of school. Ever. She's all about the education and the 'future', she is.



Mary is a strange ol' lady. Her wispy grey hair curls around her ears; her glasses lean on her nose; she has a sort of limp in her left leg and her fingers are so transparent you could almost see her bone. Whenever I commit a wrongdoing, she'll get out a small leather book with the words 'To Him, To Her' written in gold font on it. Mary'll read out loud to me the same paragraph:



The sin, the sin of the boy who takes the good fruit from the needy when he does not need

The sin, the sin of the boy who takes the good homes from the homeless when he has one already

The sin, the sin of the boy who takes the good warmth from the col when he is warm.

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I'm on my way to school. When I told Mary how sick I felt she just gave me a cold, stern look and sent me off. I reach the junction: left is the school and right is the forest where bluebells grew as violet as violet and snowdrops grew as white as white. I run right. This was the choice I knew I was going to regret...