Naijiel Shea
It was the second class of the day, and Naijiel already knew he would not enjoy this. For one, he was a mid-year transfer, and he didn't realize that he was already supposed to have received his schedule. So, whoopee, he missed the entire first period as he ran across the school, trying to figure out where he could get a schedule. By the time he got it, it was halfway through second period, and the worse part--it was English. He'd heard through the grapevine that English in High school is immensely hard compared to middle school, so he couldn't imagine what College was like. And he was going into college with only a middle school education. Damn him and his bad choices, skipping high school.
He had been escorted to his second period class by an office attendant, which seemed strange, as you'd imagine the principal would be helping him. Oh well, didn't matter to him. They stopped outside a closed door, and she told him to wait there. He did, and she went inside, likely to let the teacher know he was there.
"Class, it seems we have a transfer student today." He heard the teacher speak, although the voice was muffled through the door. He heard something else unintelligible, before the office attendant peeked back through the door and told him to come in.
He entered the room, glancing around at the stands where students were seated, like those lecture halls he'd only seen in movies. After all, he'd never been in a college classroom before. One of the office attendants directed him to a spot in the center of the floor, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he realized he was going to have to introduce himself. Couldn't he just, like, sit down in the corner and hope everyone ignored him?
Sighing slightly, he stepped where the attendant asked him to, and she left, leaving him with just the teacher and the class. He glanced at the teacher, before facing the class, his eyes scanning the room in an attempt to get a read on what kind of people were in his class. There was a group of the 'popular girls' near the back, although it seemed a bit strange since most of the were obviously not human. Nothing like the human schools he'd used to go to. He noticed there was no one in the front two rows. He guessed no one wanted to be eye-level with the teacher. There was a group of cliche jocks dudes right next to the popular girls, with a few of them intermingling, by several definitions of the word. Leaning against the wall on the very back row was a pair of boys, one of whom appeared completely normal, although the other was growing horns out of his head. They were leaning on each other like a couple, something that he'd never seen before, although he heard it happened often these days. Back when he'd been in school, something like that would get crazy attention, but here no one hardly seemed to notice.
Things were weird these days.
A few other students were sitting alone in various spaces around the classroom, the ones who likely didn't have any friends in the class. He sighed, cleared his throat, and began to introduce himself with a somewhat annoyed tone. He'd rather not be doing this. "My name is Naijiel Shea." He explained, before glancing at the teacher, as if to ask if he could stop. She hardly seemed to notice though, so he continued, "I'm, uh, 238 years old, so--" He paused when a hand suddenly raised, one of the jocks in the back. They were allowed to ask questions? Crap.
"What are you?" The male asked, grinning slyly. The hell kind of question was that? Naijiel furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Excuse me?" He asked, searching for clarification.
"Your species. What are you?" A blonde girl responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Riiight. He'd nearly forgotten. He didn't have to hide it anymore.
God, this was weird.
"I'm a fallen angel." He half-mumbled, but someone near the front heard it and his hand immediately shot up. Naijiel nodded to it, allowing them to ask their question.
"If you're a fallen angel, then where are your wings?" The male asked, and Naijiel frowned.
"I've concealed them." He answered simply, and part of the gay couple, the one with the demon horns, asked his next question with a sly smirk.
"Can you show them to us?
Naijiel's frown grew only deeper, and he glanced at the teacher. Couldn't he just, like, say no and sit down? Unfortunately, she was hardly paying attention, and was checking her emails or something on her phone. He glanced around the room. He guessed there was enough room for him to show them. Sighing, he took a deep breath, and then let it out. As he did, a figure against his back began to shimmer into view, before it appeared entirely, two large black wings folded neatly against his back. Then, slowly, he spread them out, cautious not to bump into anything lying around the room. Good God, that felt good. He hadn't been able to stretch his wings in so long. He could only conceal them if they were pressed against his back, and he hardly ever let them out of their concealment out of fear of being seen. A few in the class made whistling noises, marveling at the length of his wings. Sixteen feet; larger than any bird's wings you'll find anywhere close by. The teacher looked up from her phone, and he swore her eyes must have popped out of her sockets. Guess she wasn't expecting that. Oh well, she should have been paying attention if she didn't want him to do it.
Naijiel stretched his wings out for good measure, a small smile curling on his face at the pure pleasure of it, before he began to fold his wings against his back again, a bit disappointed that it was over already. There were about three hands raised now, all with new questions. Clearly, he'd caught the interest of the class.
That was not what he was intending to do.
He had been escorted to his second period class by an office attendant, which seemed strange, as you'd imagine the principal would be helping him. Oh well, didn't matter to him. They stopped outside a closed door, and she told him to wait there. He did, and she went inside, likely to let the teacher know he was there.
"Class, it seems we have a transfer student today." He heard the teacher speak, although the voice was muffled through the door. He heard something else unintelligible, before the office attendant peeked back through the door and told him to come in.
He entered the room, glancing around at the stands where students were seated, like those lecture halls he'd only seen in movies. After all, he'd never been in a college classroom before. One of the office attendants directed him to a spot in the center of the floor, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he realized he was going to have to introduce himself. Couldn't he just, like, sit down in the corner and hope everyone ignored him?
Sighing slightly, he stepped where the attendant asked him to, and she left, leaving him with just the teacher and the class. He glanced at the teacher, before facing the class, his eyes scanning the room in an attempt to get a read on what kind of people were in his class. There was a group of the 'popular girls' near the back, although it seemed a bit strange since most of the were obviously not human. Nothing like the human schools he'd used to go to. He noticed there was no one in the front two rows. He guessed no one wanted to be eye-level with the teacher. There was a group of cliche jocks dudes right next to the popular girls, with a few of them intermingling, by several definitions of the word. Leaning against the wall on the very back row was a pair of boys, one of whom appeared completely normal, although the other was growing horns out of his head. They were leaning on each other like a couple, something that he'd never seen before, although he heard it happened often these days. Back when he'd been in school, something like that would get crazy attention, but here no one hardly seemed to notice.
Things were weird these days.
A few other students were sitting alone in various spaces around the classroom, the ones who likely didn't have any friends in the class. He sighed, cleared his throat, and began to introduce himself with a somewhat annoyed tone. He'd rather not be doing this. "My name is Naijiel Shea." He explained, before glancing at the teacher, as if to ask if he could stop. She hardly seemed to notice though, so he continued, "I'm, uh, 238 years old, so--" He paused when a hand suddenly raised, one of the jocks in the back. They were allowed to ask questions? Crap.
"What are you?" The male asked, grinning slyly. The hell kind of question was that? Naijiel furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Excuse me?" He asked, searching for clarification.
"Your species. What are you?" A blonde girl responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Riiight. He'd nearly forgotten. He didn't have to hide it anymore.
God, this was weird.
"I'm a fallen angel." He half-mumbled, but someone near the front heard it and his hand immediately shot up. Naijiel nodded to it, allowing them to ask their question.
"If you're a fallen angel, then where are your wings?" The male asked, and Naijiel frowned.
"I've concealed them." He answered simply, and part of the gay couple, the one with the demon horns, asked his next question with a sly smirk.
"Can you show them to us?
Naijiel's frown grew only deeper, and he glanced at the teacher. Couldn't he just, like, say no and sit down? Unfortunately, she was hardly paying attention, and was checking her emails or something on her phone. He glanced around the room. He guessed there was enough room for him to show them. Sighing, he took a deep breath, and then let it out. As he did, a figure against his back began to shimmer into view, before it appeared entirely, two large black wings folded neatly against his back. Then, slowly, he spread them out, cautious not to bump into anything lying around the room. Good God, that felt good. He hadn't been able to stretch his wings in so long. He could only conceal them if they were pressed against his back, and he hardly ever let them out of their concealment out of fear of being seen. A few in the class made whistling noises, marveling at the length of his wings. Sixteen feet; larger than any bird's wings you'll find anywhere close by. The teacher looked up from her phone, and he swore her eyes must have popped out of her sockets. Guess she wasn't expecting that. Oh well, she should have been paying attention if she didn't want him to do it.
Naijiel stretched his wings out for good measure, a small smile curling on his face at the pure pleasure of it, before he began to fold his wings against his back again, a bit disappointed that it was over already. There were about three hands raised now, all with new questions. Clearly, he'd caught the interest of the class.
That was not what he was intending to do.
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Laetus had been asleep in the back row for most of the introductions, only stirring as the large wings began to fold back. He was confused. Why was someone standing at the head of the class? Everyone was looking at them... New... Teacher? Student?