Not So Simple.

More of an introduction than anything else.

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Angel:

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a: a spiritual being superior to humans in power and intelligence; especially: one in the lowest rank in the celestial hierarchy b plural: an order of angels- see celestial hierarchy

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: an attendant spirit or guardian

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: a usually white-robed winged figure of human form in fine art

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: messenger, harbinger <angel of death>

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: a person like an angel (as in looks or behaviour)

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Christian Science: inspiration from God

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Who would of thought that a few hours ago I was out with Janie, completely blissfully, ignorant of how much my life was about to change. We were just out at our favourite coffee shop, sitting at our normal tables, drinking our normal order; iced chocolates.

Now I was sitting across from my father and a professor from a school called Angelus Paratus, or Angel Preparatory, and my world was now anything but normal.

"What do you mean my mother was an Angel? My mother is dead; she died in a car crash not long after I was born. My mother is dead right?"

"Your mother loved you, but when she was recalled back to heaven she had to leave, she couldn't disobey God." My dad spoke softly, usually a man who stated his opinion to the world loud and clear, this was practically a mumble. He sounded sad.

"Recalled back to heaven? What does that mean?" I looked first at my dad then to the professor and then back again.

"Your mother is part of our Justice Squad. In fact I believe she is currently our Angel of Justice, although I don't believe I have actually met her before." It was the first time the Professor had spoken, and her voice did not match her appearance, for a woman who looked like a twenty something librarian, she had a voice like gravel, like a two packet a day smoker.

The Angel of Justice, well Dad had always said she was a cop, I guess that is probably the closest thing to that. I shook my head, this was so surreal, my mother an angel, I guess that makes me a half angel, whoa, did that mean I was going to grow wings and be able to fly, I didn't like heights, how could I be an angel afraid of heights? How was this possible!?

"Relax Kensie, Angel's don't fly."

"Did you just read my daughter's thoughts Marissa?" My father's voice was outraged, indignant.

"She will be taught to guard against this intrusion at Angelus Paratus. As she will also learn numerous other skills that will allow her to live and function in our society, she is a half justice, that makes her a; our property and b; dangerous to the people around her, unless given the correct instruction she coul-"

I cut her off, mid-explanation. "Dangerous? I'm dangerous? I don't even like hurting flies, let alone other people, I am not dangerous." I was starting to feel scared, and angry, what right did this woman, this so called angel, this person who was apparently called Marissa, have to come in to my life, and tell me I was half angel, a half less human than everyone else. What gave her that right? I didn't even believe in God, I was an atheist for goodness sake, an atheist!

"It is a different type of dangerous, you will not go out looking to hurt people, you just will. Tell me Kensie, are you a clumsy person? Do you fall over a lot?"

I felt a blush creep in to my cheeks, that described me well; clumsy to the extreme. I fell over all the time, normally where there was nothing to fall over, except my feet, and sometimes they weren't even the problem.

"What exactly does that have to do with anything?" I asked cautiously, not actually telling her that I was clumsy, my blush had been answer enough for that.

"When a child of an angel and a human comes to a certain age normally around seventeen or eighteen they become graced, although normally they have been clumsy their whole lives, that will increase sevenfold, as their bodies are now ready to be a part of the hand of god, however they need to be trained, clumsiness is the excess energy of an angel hindering them, trying to make them recognise their potential."

"Wait, that means it is God's fault that I'm clumsy. Hmm now I can blame someone other than Dad."

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" Dad didn't really sound angry, in fact he sounded amused, he knew he was majorly clumsy as well.

"That is why I am here Kensie. To take you to Angelus Paratus, and I'm afraid you will not have a choice in the matter."

"What!?" My voice was quite, shocked.

Marissa gave me a serious look. "We leave in twenty minutes." Marissa looked at Dad; "How about another cup of tea before I go please Harold?"

I had twenty minutes, my life was definitely not going to be simple anymore.

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