This is another story by yours truly. It is more fantasy than my normal romantic tactics. So, for those of you who like fantasy, this is more for you! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Nico's POV I look down, frowning at the girl. Her arms are crossed and I swear, she's a spoiled princess. She is stomping her foot in anger and yelling at one of the servants. Why must I always have to Guard over a witch or a jerk? "Nico," I hear. I turn and see Ezreal, one of the Senior Guardians. His wings are a luminous gold. Another person turned good and he'll have rainbow wings. I'm completely envious. "Yes, Senior Ezreal?" I ask, looking at the man's ageless face. Yes, he's been here longer than I have, but he's never done much to help my situation. Sadly, the Big Man made this rule against helping New Guardians or any Guardian. Technically, I'm not new here in Heaven. I've just never Guarded and Saved someone from the wrong in their life. "Are you ready?" Senior Ezreal asks. I shake my head. He means, am I ready to go down to Earth below and help this stubborn girl. This is number seventy-four, Ashley Foreman, and that is seventy-four of the girls. I've tried to help a total of one hundred seventy-seven people, now including this girl. This Ashley is of sixteen, the age I seem to be, and is quite rude and stubborn. If she doesn't get her way, she throws a tantrum. She takes advantage of her looks, luscious blonde locks, model figure, and her stunning grey eyes. She has charms and seduces young men her age and even older, which is not a good habit and could get her killed. Ashley's parents are loaded with American money and are quite famous. She lives in a city in the state of Missouri, living with her aunt, as media doesn't know her parents have any children. There's a file with every bit of information about her. All here with the Big Man and the Guardians. Just so happens her file landed in my hands. "Well, you must get ready, for you must go to that American school. You'll be living with an American family by the name of River. You will have a scholarship to her prestigious school and will be in her classes, all of them. You must get her to stop being the harlot and spoiled girl she is. But, as usual," he says, motioning to me. "No interfering with free will," I recite with a nod. "Of course, Senior Ezreal." "There will be modern day clothes for you and you will have a twin sibling of the name Madison and a younger sibling named Max. The family will think you have been there your whole life. There will be pictures of you with the Rivers, you know the drill." "Of course, Senior Ezreal, I will do as needed," I reply. He walks with me to the gates of Heaven, to the point of entering the fake life I am to live. "Good luck, Nico." "Thank you, Senior Ezreal. I'll do what I can to fit in." "And Nico?" "Yes, sir?" "Don't screw up this time. ***** Falling into Earth is normal, of course, but without wings, it's rough. I always land hard on my back and I open my eyes. "Nico, wake up! We're gonna be late to the academy! And God knows people will make bad first impressions if we're late!" I hear. I see brown eyes and they roll as they disappear. I sit up and I look down at the bed I'm in. White sheets and as I look around, white walls. Plain and it reminds me of Heaven. "Madison," I groan, as I believe it's my supposed twin sister, "relax. It's just a school." "No, Nico," she snaps. "It's the best academy in the state! St. Scarlett's is important and I'm glad we got the scholarship. Now, move your lazy butt and get dressed!" The girl turns on her heel and walks out of the room, slamming the door. I stand and look around the room and spot a second door. I walk over to it and open it, sighing as I see it's the closet. Jeans and shirts line my closet and five uniforms disrupt the difference in everything. I pull a uniform from the closet and examine it. Dark grey pants, a light blue shirt, a dark blue blazer, and finally a striped blue tie. A normal uniform. I pull on the uniform and go to a mirror. The mirror shows a boy of sixteen, black hair a mess and golden brown eyes staring back at me. Not bad, I guess. There aren't any mirrors in Heaven because it doesn't matter. We all have beauty, inside and out, so it doesn't pertain to us. I run a hand through my hair and I look over to see a school bag on the floor. I pick the bag up and examine the contents. Notebooks, pencils, pens, a book, and a phone. Normal teenage appliances, I suppose. I shut the bag and walk out of the room, shutting the door quietly. I walk down a flight of stairs and I see pictures of myself, younger, as what I would have looked like if I had been a child. I land in a hallway and I go where I smell food. Angels don't need to eat, sleep, exercise, or really anything a human needs. But, in order to fit in, I must eat and do as a human does. I walk into a kitchen and see Madison, a younger boy, an older man and an older woman. Must be Max, Mrs. River and Mr. River. "Morning, Mom, Dad, Max," I greet and walk into the kitchen. Madison looks up at me and sighs. "Finally! Oh, your hair!" she fusses and stands from the table near the door. She walks to me and starts licking her fingers and messing with my hair. "Madison, stop. Maddie, sto- Maddie! Stop. I like my hair the way it is," I say with a huff, as a normal teenager would do. After watching teenagers for years upon years, I know how to act. "You are going to make a bad impression," she says and turns on her heel, huffing herself. Madison looks different than me. The only thing that looks the same is our eyes. We both have golden brown eyes. I bet that once I finish with a win or a fail, no one will even remember I existed. "I don't care, Maddie," I reply with a frown. I sit at the table next to Mr. Rivers and Max, right in front of a plate. I see bacon, eggs, toast, and orange juice. A standard human breakfast, I believe. I eat quietly and Madison gasps as I finish the eggs. "We're going to be late! Let's move!" she says as she grabs a small bag, a purse, I think, and grabs a piece of toast. "Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! Nico, let's move!" I stand, grabbing a piece of toast myself and I kiss Mrs. River's cheek. "Bye, Mom," I say. "Bye, Dad. See you later, Max." I run out the door before Madison yells at me and I see her in the driver's seat of a red convertible. Red is the color of the Devil, but I guess I have to do what I have to do. I get in the passenger seat and she pulls out of the driveway, heading to the school we are to be attending. As she drives, I look around the city we live in. There are many houses, buildings, and signs. I see in the distance a large, silver arch. If I remember correctly, it's the St. Louis Arch, a symbol of the migration to the west of the country, built in the human years 1963 to 1965. I was there to help build it, actually. Well, to watch it being built. I was trying to get a jerk to change a little. To help his future. Madison pulls into the parking lot of the school St. Scarlett's. She parks quietly and she quickly gets out. "Come on!" she huffs and scurries into the school. I get out of the car and I follow her quickly. She weaves her way into the secretary office. I follow her and the secretary and she smiles at us. "Hello. What can I do for you?" the woman says in a squeak. That sounds like her voice. Her real voice. "We are the new students," Madison answers immediately. "Ah, yes. Nicolas and Madison River. Here are your schedules," she says in her high pitched voice. "And have a wonderful time here at St. Scarlett's Academy." She sounds robotic, programed. There was never a saint named Scarlett. I believe the founders of this school thought it would be an interesting name even though it wasn't the name of a real saint. Typical mortals. Madison and I walk our separate ways as our schedules are different. I walk to the room for a math class. When I finally arrive, I knock on the door politely. The door opens to a class full of sixteen-year-olds and a teacher, her hair in a tight bun. "Yes?" she asks, a slight accent tilted into her voice. British. "I'm a new student here, Ma'am. Nicolas River," I reply and she smiles. "Yes, of course! I'm Mrs. Brennan, the Algebra I teacher. Please, have a seat. Miss Foreman, would you please help Mister River throughout the day?" "Why, of course, Mrs. Brennan," Ashley replies with a smile. Looks fake and plastered. Oh, this isn't going to be fun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First, I'd like to apologize about any typos, BB code fails, inaccurate information, or any other mistakes in this chapter and in future chapters. But, despite that, I hope you've liked the first chapter and you'll stay tuned for the next chapters. ~Shana Alana