chapter 3

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Lyra POV

I’ve been quiet for the whole car journey and I hope we will be good friends soon. The now known “car” stopped and the three of us got out and walked onto the pavement, Michael walked ahead and opened a gate and walked into a small garden

“Do you have the key?” he asks me and I pull out a small silver key to hand to him, he took  it and  unlocked the door. Together the three of us fumble into the house and I go upstairs to choose where I’m going to sleep, there’s a cute room at the top of the house with some beautiful furniture so I choose this one. Once again I stumble down the stairs and go into the kitchen

“That Caroline girl likes you” I tease my brother

“Well, none of us are here to date, we have a job but I can’t say she wasn’t nice and helpful.” He replies

“Yes, Lyra” starts Michael “That applies to you as well, no dating and you heard how she suspected about our names; you can’t tell anyone what we are and why we’re here” I nod understandingly

“Can I tell anyone?” I ask already knowing the answer

“No Lyra, we’ve been through this, if the rest of the arch angels knew, which I bet they do, if they knew that you just asked that after the long tutor lessons you’ve been having with Gabriel about keeping your identity safe and hiding your emotions.” Michael finished and went into the other room I think is called a kitchen.

When I go to sleep in my little room, it’s colder than I expect seeing as I’m used to my normal atmosphere of clouds and sun, actually I also love it when it snows, I sort of fly around and try and catch the flakes with my friend Alyssa. I undress and unfold my wings from under my clothing; I flap them several times hovering slightly then I pop on my shorts and vest-top and get in my bed. Gee, it’s hard isn’t it, I’m used to a fluffy cloud to lie on not, it would probably sound so cheesy if I said “hey I sleep on a fluffy cloud and I’m an angel” so now I see why I’m not going to tell anyone, apart from the fact I would become an outcast.

“Night mum, night dad” I whisper into the growing darkness and as soon as that I’m asleep. 

sorry it's short buti now know that short chapters=more updates+less writers block

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