My eyes wandered the classroom, examining a sea of smiling faces… My glance turned towards this angel with her finger in the air pointing to the heavens. She had creamy coffee eyes, long chocolate hair twisted around her finger tips, and ruby red lips cracking a half smile. Her aura intoxicated me, rendering my feet stuck to the carpet…
“Monica, can you show Andy your lecture notes? I’d really appreciate it,” Ms. Meadows requested. “Go ahead and take your seat, you’ve wasted enough of the class time Andy,” Ms. Meadows stated shrilly. I strolled over to the empty desk next to the most divine creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I pulled my backpack strap off my shoulder which grazed the freshly inflicted wound. My whole body tightly winced in pain. I punched the desk, trying to divert the pain from my shoulder to my hand.
“What’s your problem?” Monica whispered while leaning towards me. The sweet aroma permeating from her sprawling, dark marble hair, kicked the wind out of me as I searched for an appropriate response.
“Nothing, It’s just been a rough morning,” I muttered. She lifted her pink gel pen and poked my torn shoulder. “SHIT!!!” I yelped like a dog.
“Sorry! I didn’t know, are you okay? What happened to your shoulder?” Monica hastily asked. “I fell on my shoulder on my way to class. I don’t think I have anymore skin covering it,” I said. “You should get that checked out by the nurse ASAP! Don’t want it to get infected.” Monica advised.
“You feel that? That’s me in your shoulder. I am pain. I am suffering. I will spread like the locusts I sent to Egypt, to bring Ramsey to his knees. Call me Wrath. You will know me well,” the voice hissed. I ripped open the health center’s door and slammed it behind me.