Hey, after I'm halfway finished with "We Are The Knights" I'm going to make a new book. Yes I plan early. Anyway, the book is called "Below Average" even though the characters are far from it. You'll see.

SUMMARY

My name, is K. No, K doesn't stand for anything, it's just K. I'm below normal. There's nothing special about me and honestly, I don't think there ever will be. Well, that's on the angel world level. I am half human, half angel. Now, angels aren't at all what you think they are. They don't have feathery, flouncy wings and they are far from good. And it's mine, and a couple other below average friends to stop them from pretty much shredding and eating human kind.

SNEAK PEAK

My phone began buzzing in my lap as I drove to school. Do I have a license? Of course. Along with literally every single person in my class. Told you, I'm below average. I quickly hit the comset on my dashboard and continued keeping my eyes to the road. It was M, my best friend. She's a below average like me.

"They're passing out free frozen yogurt at school!" I was about to reply when I noticed a figure hunched over in the middle of the road. I slammed my foot on the breaks of my Mercedes and peered out the front window.

It seemed to be an old woman, or so it looked like. Honestly she looks like a homeless person to me. Her platinum blonde hair (which might be very pretty if she brushed it) had bugs crawly in it and dandruff. She had an emaciated body, topped off with wrinkled, saggy arms. She looked about 5,6, but she was hunched over like she was having a spaz. I got out of the drivers seat and sprinted over to make sure she was ok.

"Hey!" I called, "you alright?" She looked up and gave me a withering stare, like we were old enemies, even though I haven't see her before in my life.

"You," she snarled. I stumbled back as her wrinkled hands, shriveled even more and got topped with claws. Her midnight blue eyes became black voids. Fangs protruded from her mouth. Worst of all, she spread feathery, white wings, almost like angel wings. If angel wings had been run over by a truck. Then, she turned and looked at me directly in the eye.

"Die," was all she said, then dove at me.