Fallen Angels

Prologue

A long time ago, on September 13th, 1984, a young girl attended Oakland High School. She was a normal student with good grades and good friends. No one saw her upset or mad. She was always smiling. Her name was Laura Bowell. Pronounced as Bow-well. Laura was 17 at the time she attended. She easily made friends because of her personality. She was willing to help anyone and always had a positive attitude. She seemed like the normal girl who wouldn't do anything bad. Until September 13th, 1985, a year later when Laura Bowell went missing at 6:30 in the morning, on her way to school. No one knows where she went. No one knows who took her, but people have their suspicions. It could've been another student, a teacher, or she just ran away. Throughout the years, people created rumors and stories. By February 17th, 2018, everyone knew about the Bowell incident. It was a name that the students at Oakland High knew very well. The teachers tried their best to help the students forget about the incident, but they failed.

As the school bell rang, mobs of students spilled out of their previous class to get to the next. In the mob of students, there was a girl with long black hair. Her name was Amber Laventh-Young. Amber was not a normal teen. She was goth. She dressed in all black. Had black makeup on and long black hair. No one liked Amber. What really made people scared, were her eyes. Amber had bright red eyes. Ever since she was little, she was used to people avoiding her.

As more students walked to class, one was running down the hall. A green beanie could be seen dashing through the halls. Carl McAllister, a geeky teen that spends too much time on video games than his homework. He slacked off and played around in class ever since he was 12. Carl was the president of a club that only geeks could enter. There was only around six people, but one stood out from them all. Carl had a crush on one of the members.

Samantha Belle-Exl was always walking down the halls with her pigtails bouncing with her. Samantha was a cheerful one. Always helping and smiling. She attends a club with five other people. All they do is talk about D & D and other games. The leader always wore a green beanie. He was a trouble maker. Samantha had a small crush on him, but would he like her back? Samantha was always self-conscious about her glasses and braces. In the past, she was bullied for being a nerd. Now in high school, she ignores it.

A shy male slowly walks down the hall, holding books in his hand. John Abercom was a loner. He was also goth, with the same red eyes. People always thought that John and Amber were related, but they never even talked to each other. John did have a little crush on someone but couldn't allow himself to tell anyone, or they'll make fun of him. He always carried around two books. One black. One red. He was a teachers' assistant, that helped students who were still behind or just filled in for a teacher who was absent. As they all headed to the same class, the late bell rang, and everyone started running.

The bell had rung, and mobs of students spilled out of the classes to get to their next. Amber was slowly walking to her next class, Art. She kept looking down, holding a dark red book as she walked quietly. Other teens would quickly avoid her, and others just completely stopped walking when she walked by. Art was Amber's favorite class. The assignments were fun, but not the other classmates. They were always yelling, laughing, and making a huge mess with the paint. Not all the classmates were horrible though. She did like one of them.

John was sitting at a table, picking at the paint that had dried on the table. As the paint lodged under his nail, he watched another student enter the art room. Oh....it's just Amber.
John usually sat at an art table alone. Today was different though. Amber sat across from him. "Hey..." Amber said. John looked at her. "Uh....hey?" He looked at her book. "What book is that?" She froze and looked at it. Her eyes seemed to glow. "It's a horror book..." She said quietly. John smirked. "Cool...." She blushed and rubbed her eyes. "Thanks?" John smiled a bit and they just stared at each other in silence. They both felt awkward. Amber finally broke the silence. "So....how's the assignment?" John looked at his drawing. The assignment was to draw yourself as a supernatural being. He chuckled, "The red paint looks like blood, so I guess it's cool." Her eyes glowed, "Is it actual blood from your arm? ~" She looked at him, creepily. He was shocked. He pulled his sweatshirt sleeves down more, scared. "N-no...." She laughed quietly and started working. John didn't know what to do. He looked down at his paper and slowly continued to draw.