Look, I never asked for this. I never wanted to be a girl who spends every single minute of her life trying not to be killed by anyone. If you are reading this  just because you think this is a whole big ,fat lie  and you think fiction is great go on read my depressing life(I am jealous you get to believe this never happened) but if you feel queasy while reading these pages I suggest you stop and pretend you never read this because if you realise the sooner they will know. Don't say I didn't warn you

HI! my name is Jessica Morgan, twelve years  old, a sixth grader and I am just as normal as you - brown hair, big brown eyes and a reckless personality. I used to do normal stuff  like playing basket ball, video games, reading books and manga but that was months ago,  now  my only motto is staying alive. I don't know if I will be able to tell all my stupid mistakes but I'll try.

Here goes nothing

**'MISS MORGAN!' **was the voice that woke me up\, I was busy sleeping in math's class and I was caught red-handed. I did not make my detest for maths a secret in fact everyone knew about it . So it was expected from me to eat food in Maths class or dose of  but today I was caught. I jerked upwards red with shame. 'You have the audacity to sleep during class on my watch MISS SMARTY-PANTS' flared Mr S. This comment ticked the sleep out of my head. My shame was replaced by anger. I knew it was my fault but the way he was talking to me was far ruder than anything I had done. I looked  him in the eye to show him I was not scared but this instead of frustrating him seemed to please him. The thing is that Mr S was a teacher who kept a blank face so nobody knew what he was thinking except me, I have always been that way - hard too read but knows you and your head. 'I want you  to come to my office in lunch, hope I am in a good mood so you don't get expelled.' he said

I quickly sat down as the bell rang signalling the lesson was over  and we could go to our lockers  to get our next class's books. I quickly started grabbing my stuff. When I was about to exit Mr S stopped me  and said 'Hope you remember' and he let me go . The rest of the classes I was thinking  about his queer remark when I was brought to the present by a scrawling voice ' You sleep in math lesson? I must say  it was expected from you ' this voice belonged to Melissa Katie , the most popular girl in  sixth grade who has serious attitude problems. 'Go away Melissa I don't have time for you ' I said snapping  my chemistry book shut . ' Jessica you are just a wanna - be ! I bet  you want to be who I am ' Melissa said twirling her red streaked head. 'The only person who I see is a wanna- be is you Melissa. I mean who colours their hair when they don't even need to?' I  replied and walked away. I was on my way to my locker  when I bumped into someone. 'I'm so sorry it was an...' I apologised  but stopped mid sentence because it was my best friend Khwaeesh I had known her from first grade. We hugged each other  and approached  our lockers. 'So how was India? ' I asked, she was from in India but she grew up here in California. 'Nice enough' she said casually

We entered  the cafeteria and everyone eyeballed us . We grabbed lunch trays and got in the line for food. ' Hi math sleeper ' someone called from behind . 'Great ! now the whole school knows my math disaster' I muttered. 'Chill, people always talk about us' Khwaeesh  resaurred me . We were not popular at all , I mean the bottom of the list unpopular. Well, I think that happens when you hate the most popular kid .

I lost my appetite after the whole "Hi math sleeper" drama so i only took a bottle of lemonade for lunch. As we sat down on our table i heard comments and remarks from people i knew and from people whom i didn't even remember seeing before. The popular kids were gossiping about me, the nerds were eyeballing me all in that evil way and the jocks, well, let's say they don't care about what is happening in school. After i had my lunch i trudged to Me S' office and that is where my bad luck began.

I quietly opened the door and peeked inside. 'May i come in ' I asked politely . 'Come in' came a growling voice which was not at all like Mr S' always smooth voice, it almost sounded like a wolf. I entered and sat down in the chair near his desk , his back was turned to my face . 'You called me for the..' I started to speak  but I was interrupted by Me S  ' Jessica Morgan, a best reader , kicked out of the basketball team and the school choir, gets average marks and almost fails in Math . One may question your parentage.'

'Don't say anything about my mom' I said curtly.

'What about your father?'

'He's dead'

I don't like to dwell on that part

'Enough about them let's talk about YOU ' he said and turned  to,face me.

What i saw froze me on the spot. It was super scary . As i am a family  friendly person  I'll try to tell i in a family friendly way but honestly\, there was nothing family friendly in it . I saw my teacher's tongue that was long and tube like  and was going straight   into a.. . tenth graders  neck (That's how much it was family friendly) 'Well he tasted of football  but you my dear are going to be **TASTY ' **with that Mr S transformed into a huge house fly man . He was still in human  shape but murky grey wings erupted from his back and his eyes became red. I started to run in fear but  he was in front of me in a split second . He slammed me in the chest and I fell back dazed \, I sat up \, I had to do something  Mr S was advancing on me after locking the door. I moved my legs and a hilt of a sword hit my left foot. i looked around and saw a sword purple at the hilt . What a sword was doing in a teachers room ? I have no idea about that but I did what a normal \, sane  person would do \, I took the sword in my hand and pushed it upwards into Mr s' chest. The weird thing was that sword which i held was really warm in my hand and it was quite balanced as if it was only meant for me only. The sword  hit Mr S in the chest and he exploded into sand. I stood up weak at the knees\, brushed the dust of my jeans and tried not to run away screaming my head off . I  drew a deep breath and walked out of the office as normally as I  could.

After that I remember  nothing about the rest of my school day. I walked back home dazed. My mom owned a small apartment . My younger sister's name is Jennie and she is small and nimble. My mom was out for work till seven in the evening . So, I got into my sweat pants and a grey shirt with a messy collar . I made myself half a dozen salad sandwiches . I grabbed myself three of them on a plate with a glass of apple juice and juggled my food and my bag to my room . I sat down on my bed  and took out the latest novel i had bought  and i had to start. It was "Percy Jackson And The Lightning Thief"

You must be wondering - 'Your math's teacher changed into a serial killer house fly man and you were the one who later killed him . How could you possibly be eating and reading a book after all this trauma ! Also  how come have you not gone insane with all of that!?. Well it;s like an addiction or something , when I  am scared or worried i just want to get out of  the world and go into another world via books and what's the point of relaxing without having something to munch on?!

Anyways, I opened the book and resisted my urge of running away screaming . I had only read the first page of the book and only took a bite of a sandwich when the doorbell rang.

'JENNIE! open the damn door!' i screamed at her from my room. I know I was being irresponsible - I was the big sister , Jennie was a fourth grader , she was only ten, what if a kidnapper came in ? blah.. blah..blah.... whatever. 'Not me , I am small, remember Jessica ! Sister code!' Jennie shouted back. For a fourth grader her voice was as shrill as a rooster's voice.

Grumbling i went to the front door with half a eaten sandwich in my hand. I opened the door and saw nobody was there . I was about to close the door when somebody called ' You over here!' . I looked around and saw nothing , irritated i replied ' If this is a sort of prank i warn you , my sister bites harder then a police's watchdog' (It's true!)

'Near your feet Yo!' came that purring voice and i looked down at my feet and saw a cat talking to me! I really don't know what i said but it must have been "WHAT THE HECK!!" . It was a ginger colored tabby cat . 'Hello Jessica Morgan, I am Mathew your protector and I am here to take you to a safe place for our kind' it said. 'Our kind? what do you mean by our kind?Am I a cat or something?' I asked sarcastically .

'I'll tell you everything just come with me' it said . I know i should not follow strangers but what choice I had? I told him to wait and went inside and into Jennie's room, completely ignoring her rude sign which said "JESSICA AND HER FRIENDS ARE NOT ALLOWED". 'Hey Jenn , I need to go out for some... important school project um... due tomorrow. Be sage ok ?And don't eat my sandwiches' I said to Jennie who was busy eating her sandwiches ( and yes! I still  had that half eaten sandwich in my hand ) . I put on my  black jacket and white boots and the house keys and locked the front door. Then I went with the cat. Downstairs waiting for us was a normal taxi.

We sat in and my life changing story began.

Do you know why you are here?' the cat asked me. 'No aren't you supposed  to tell me that?' I said . 'well, its hard to explain and its really complicated' the cat sighed.

'well,start from your name' I said .

'oh ! my name I told you it was Mathew'

'Sorry, I was too shocked to see a cat talking to me'

 'About that...'

'Come on' I urged him.

He took a deep breath and spoke 'There are many humans in the world , good or bad, naughty or nice and everyone is special and unique in their own way but some humans are special to god that is why God gives them gifts. Those gifts can be anything like being able to become invisible , shape shifting and even immortality . Jessica... I know its hard to believe but you are an angel just like me ' . I froze for some seconds. Firstly i didn't even believe in God . Second this felt like a story and third my brain  was unable to enter the huge amount of shocking facts . I could even see the"DATA OVERLOAD " sign in front of my eyes. 'I'm a .... what!?' I finally asked . 'You are an angel. These special people are divided into two groups - angels and devils. Angels use their powers for humanity purpose and some become even know super heroes but the devils use them for destruction , they feel they are superior than other humans and should no hide, They rule in fear and thus we get the super villains the angels fight.' he said. 'Then how do you know I am an angel and not a devil?' I  questioned  him. 'Well it matters on who claims you first . The clan who claims you the first is the clan you belong in and I claim you ' when he said that i felt.. nothing. 'So how do you feel?' he asked me. ' I feel .... peaceful l?' i said . Well I know its not nice to lie but can you blame me? that cat is one serious cat.  ' GOOD!'  he said. 'So what our your talents?' I asked him. 'Mine our that I can turn into any animal' he said.

'Animal?'  asked

He just nodded.

'Animal?'

Yes any animal !'

'But there are of no use now as a devil cursed so i am always a cat' he said gloomily. If this is what happens to the angels I don' t wanna be stuck as a cat for the rest of my life!. 'I would like if you eat that sandwich its getting dry' Mathew remarked. The discussion was so interesting I  had totally forgotten about the sandwich. I  ate that sandwich in four large bites.

I looked around my surroundings, they were near my house . 'Where are we going ?' I  asked him. He turned his cat head towards me. How Mathew wore the seat belt I  have no idea but it seemed easy for him maybe he had a lot of practice wearing a seat belt on his own. 'We are going to Masha Mildew home for special ' Mathew said dramatically. 'Never heard of it , is it a low rated place ?' I asked. 'LOW RATED!? You'll see for yourself

' Mathew snorted. After three minutes we reached the place. It was a Seven Star hotel and it was near my house, ten minutes on my cycle . We got out of the taxi and the driver took the taxi into the basement , it seemed as if he worked for this place and maybe he did because who would not freak out when they see a talking cat speaking about paranormal human beings . ' Hold on a sec, if I am like you all then what are my crazy , cool powers slash so called gift?'     I asked the "big question". 'We are just about  to find out what it is !' grinned Mathew in a way which made me intrigued as I  entered .