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A tramatic accident sents Angel away as a child. When she returns for high school, she must face her fears and nightmares.

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Prologue

Twenty five little desks and chairs filled with twenty five little bodies, all eagerly sticking their hands up, some straining to stay in their seats, as they tried to get the teachers attention. The young women at the front frowned, her other hand on her hip as she deliberated, looking at her students. Mrs White had asked for a volunteer to help her with the lesson, something that every child wanted, the chance to stand at the front and help. Even the smallest member of the class, standing out because of her white blonde hair, even if she didn't have the confidence that her peers had.

"I guess no one wants to help me. I guess I'll have to do it on my own," she said, watching some of the bolder ones start to whine, standing in place, little bodies leaning over their desks as they tired to get her to pick them. One of the taller members was kneeling on his chair, bringing his hand up and waving it in the air. Hamaza had all the confidence in the world, almost too much for a six year child to have. He had an used it poorly before, other children suffering because of his ego. She only smiled as she looked around her class, all of them looking at her with big eyes. "Angel, why don't you come and help me?"

Her smallest student looked at her with warm pale blue eyes. She knew that some of her classmates were looking at her with jealousy, but she still stood up and walked to Mrs White.

She couldn't believe she was picked, she never got picked for anything. She went with Mrs White, the rest of the class being left with an assistant. They walked to the store room, which Mrs White opened with a smile on her face, handing Angel a small box with paper, she lifted the crate of glue and scissors, before locking the door and smiling at the six year olds determination.

Angel was left in charge of giving everyone three pieces of paper, different colours as Mrs White gave everyone a pair of scissors and glue. When she had given everyone their pieces of paper, she put the box on the teacher's desk while getting herself three pieces, white, black and blue. She knew that they would come in handy. Any she thought white and black where interesting shades anyway.

She knew that they weren't colours, since her Mum was a designer. White was all the colours mixed together and black was a lack of colour. Angel really didn't understand. she just knew it made things look brighter. It was the reason she liked black pieces of clothing, since it made her hair look less pale.

The children soon started on their projects, little fights starting over scissors breaking out, making Mrs White have to talk to them about sharing. Angel just cut her shapes out before passing the scissors to the boy next to her. The task was to make an image of themselves in twenty years time, thinking about what type of job they would want, how they would look and what they would wear. She had drawn herself to look like her Mum and in a nurses outfit. Soon Mrs White was calling breaking, telling them to put the lid onto the glue and to put the scissors in the middle of the table. Angel was writing her name on the piece of paper, but she only wrote three letter, before the principle came into the room.

"Angel, can you come here for a minute?"

Angel froze on her chair, while everyone else froze at their bags. He saw that Hamaza was frowning along with his group of friends. She got up, pushing her chair back in before walking to the front of the room, where Mrs White took her hand and led her out of the room.

Ten minutes later and Mrs White walked back in and picked up Angel's bag from her peg, putting her lunch into it from her little cubby, not looking at anyone.

That was the last time any of the children saw their classmate, the little girl having to move towns. The story was that she had lost her parents in a car crash. No one knew where she had gone.

The only thing that was left, was the picture of herself as a nurse, her name unfinished but clear enough: 'Ang'.