"You JERK!!!" I got punched in the stomach by a young woman. I barely felt it. I chuckled as she stormed off. Humans get worked up so easily its funny.
I started walking down the street. I loved this place, I realized. I actually felt sorta grateful for this war. It gave me something to do. Up in the clouds I was always looking for something new to entertain me. Usually I would look down and watch as people scurried to do their life buisness. It was facinating. But experiencing it, being a part of it. With so much to take in, I could never get bored again while I was here.
I used to have a life. I thought to myself. I used to be one of these humans doing the same thing. But I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember if I had a job or how I died. Did I fall in love too? Or did I die lonely? I wondered a lot how I died. But I never could remember. So the only thing I could do, was fake to be one of these humans I will never be again.
This isn't just for fun. I had to remind myself. There IS a war going on. There is demons that will be searching for me. And I will be searching for them.
The first time I took a step on this earth was when the night was darkest. The journey down from Heaven took a lot out of me so I had just curled up in a tree untill it got light. Today was my first day experiencing human life and on the job. So far no demons.
It was pretty early in the morning so lots of kids were going to a place I watched a lot called school. I was supposed to head there soon as well. Going there was supposed to help me blend in and not get in trouble with human cops. Though I don't know why I should be worried about them. I could easily outrun them and its not like they could hurt me even if they really tried.
I watched as a girl with light blonde hair grabbed her little sisters hand to walk across the street. What caught my attention was her eyes. They were a really bright blue. Just as she and the younger girl walked to the other end of the street, a very large truck passed by. I wondered what would happen if I got hit by a truck. Would I dent it? Or would it dent me? I'll have to try that out later.
I watched as the two girls walked across the street. They were in school uniforms too. I decided it was time and followed them to another new experience.
