Wings of Dusk&Dawn

                                   Part 1 : One of Many Mornings

The rustling as clean beige sheets with a cute bunny print moved about in the morning sun. It was quarter past seven as the radio alarm clock went off playing the song “Pitterpat” by Erin McCarley. The inhabitant of he bed covers rose from under them, still wearing his white and yellow short pyjamas in a decent manner. He threw the clouds from his body and rubbed the sleep from his hazel eyes and platinum blonde hair. Running to the kitchen, he clicked the electric kettle on and popped some bread into the toaster. Brushing his teeth with careful and diligent force over his kitchen sink. Soon the kitchen air was being filled with the aroma of mildly burned wholegrain toast. The toaster went “Ching!” and the tasty aromatic wholegrain bread flung itself in the air saying,“Hey eat me now, I’m hot and tasty!”
Catching the toast on a red ceramic plate whilst still brushing his teeth he set it on the bare kitchen table. He then ran into the toilet and spat out the freshly produced foam and sat down and released the tension between his thighs. He ripped off some toilet paper and dried the tip of his biologically-significant protruding limb, because that way his briefs would stay clean and clean briefs meant less wasting energy washing them, which in turn meant less filth in the nature, so everything was good for something.
He ran back to the kitchen in his skimpy jimmies and sat down for two seconds to spread some butter and honey over his toast, suddenly remembering he had forgotten the juice and decided not to even bother making himself tea this morning.
He opened the buzzing old fridge and took one bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice. Two other bites were taken from the tasty morning food and three big mind-freezing gulps of the juice.
He disappeared back into the bedroom again and got quickly dressed. Hastily pulling on his dark blue denim jeans, dark brown belt, (because he has never grown into his trousers,) a white t-shirt with yellow arms and borders and with one big yellow star on his chest and wings on the back - his favourite. It covered his slender arms and tightly clothed his abdomen and back and gave him something of a youthful and boyish appearance.
Hauling himself into the corridor, he took his leather jacket, his schoolbag and his stylish brown leather shoes that finished off his outfit.
He had almost forgotten a small morning ritual and  he took a few steps back to his living room entrance and looked down at a picture.
“See ya Mom. See ya Dad.” he said with honey-sad words and then dashed off grabbing his keys that were placed near the frame. The door opened and he ran over the early sunny summer pavements that had befriended the spring green trees.

“Hi! I’m Doven Lacroix, I’m seventeen years old and at the moment I’m heading to school. I’m your average looking teenager with his daily youth and beauty problems. I have my Mothers eyes and nose and my Father’s hair, though mines a bit more fluffy. I’ve got exactly seventeen freckles on my face and two zits that I’m hiding with my fringe. The juice I just drank was made by my Aunt, who’s not really my Aunt, but she used to be my Mom’s best friend, so she’s as close to family as it can get, right? I go to Highfall St. Joseph’s High school. It’s a Christian school, though I’m not really that religious, maybe just a tad superstitious. If you ask me if I believe in God and the Devil? YES. Why? ‘Cuz I’ve seen things that you shouldn’t really see or hear. It’s not that I really want to see those THINGS, but I just can’t help it, it’s not like an on-and-off switch. It has only disturbed my life and brought my social life into danger. Amen to that! Oh yeah and fortunately I have one best friend like most people, she’s Anna, or Ann for short. As I’ve mentioned before I see strange things or attract them and I used to think Ann was one of those things. She’s a real nice gal and actually not bad looking for her calibre. But she has a few quirks, like she follows people around and asks them weird questions. She always wears her glasses without lenses, ‘cuz some faux-priestly person said that she would see the halos of angels and the horns of devils that way. What a rip off! She drags along several copies of the Bible, Torah and the Koran and all kinds of necklaces and armbands each with some religious meaning to them and she wears them like it’s the next hot thing in fashion. She also drinks holy water, though I’m not sure if that’s healthy. Once she went to Rome specially to get some purest delicacy water, though it was just a mineral water bottle, but it came from Vatican, the City of Holiness, with it's righteous blatant Popes who thinks that the whole world is under their feet. I still wonder where she gets this crap from. Oh well, I can forgive her all her little oddities, cuz she’s still nice and cute in a certain way.”

Doven crossed a perfect paved street and headed to a girl with varnish brown hair, grassy green top, a white shirt, a grey folds skirt, green socks and matching shoes and hundreds of necklaces and armbands and a bag that looked like it weighed a ton and was about to rip under its own weight.

“Ann, does your bag look heavier today?” Doven couldn’t resist asking his best friend.

“Oh yes, found a few books on the symptoms of being possessed at the flea market.” She answered.

Doven rolled his eyes. He had often advised her to just bring her new books along, instead of having to drag a hundred pound bag, not to speak of the damage it could do to her pixie-like frame. She insisted on carrying them with her however, because she didn’t want to leave her precious books with her nutty family, or so she says. Anna took a few steps and tripped over her own feet and all her books landed straight on her back, burying her underneath. Doven cried out Anna’s name and ran to her aid.

“Ann! You alright?” Doven asked.

“This must also be a test from god.” Anna was able to respond while sticking out her thumb.

Doven rolled his eyes for the second time and said, “Ann, God doesn’t make you carry all those books and you’re just plain clumsy.”

He pulled the book laden bag off her and helped her get up. Both then hurried off to their respective classes for that morning.

The feat of pure friendship had been noticed by a dark mysterious figure under the shade of a tree who was observing them intently. He didn’t move an inch, except for when he took a drag from his cigarette.