I'm Still A Loser
"You look ugly in that dress."
I glanced down at the marshmallow-like dress that I was wearing, "What's wrong with it?" I thought it looked rather cute.
He shrugged, "You look fat in it."
"You've been saying that for every dress that I try on!"
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to say it, but you're such a idiot-" He sighed, "Lose some weight, you hippo."
They said angels are holy, mighty, I mean, they work for God, so surely you'd assume them to be incredible, right?
Well, wrong in my case, I guess.
My name is Velma, yeah, my parents are professionals at picking sophisticated names -not- though, I always believed it to be my bad luck that named me, since they did name my brother Marcellus Jr. The Second.
My life is normal. Well, it was normal, until one night, I was left home alone, and there was a knock from the door.
Everything was alright, until I realized the knock wasn't coming from the front door, but from the basement.
Since then, I've been stuck with an egotistical Angel, who really likes to eat donuts. Supposedly, he was on a mission to observe the humans in their own form.
Little did I know, from the moment we awkwardly hand-shaked, my life would never be the same again.