Angel Singstra

Angel Singstra || 18 || Freshman || Major: Literary Arts

[fcrtescue-a-deactivated20160523]

“I uh… I got something in my eye. That’s all.”

[angel-singstra]

“Looks like something more than that... You ok?”

[just-little-bambi-blog]

*at a coffee shop* // open

“I-Is college supposed to be this lonely and stressful all the time?”

[angel-singstra]

“In my experience, it’s never not lonely and stressful...”

[nebula-imperfect]

“That’s a terrible comparison. You’re not subjected to the favoritism at school all of the time and like you said, it was more than just you on the lesser side of things. I was forced to be the least favorite constantly with no one else to suffer with.” She glared at the girl. “She was dead set on beating me up and tree so she pushed me out of it. The fall almost killed me. My family loves to put the fun in dysfunctional.”

[angel-singstra]

“All of the schools I went to were like that, until my gran pulled me out and home-schooled me my senior year. But i get what you’re saying. It’s way different sides of a large spectrum.” Angel cringed a bit at Nebula’s near death experience. “That’s insane. All because she wanted to beat you to the top of a tree? And your dad praised her for it? Holy shit, I’m glad I was an only child.”

[nebula-imperfect]

Nebula ignored the girl’s first few comments until Gamora was brought up again. “What hasn’t she done? She’s my sister and she’s oh so perfect. She was always the favorite child who could do no wrong in the eyes of our father. Even when she almost killed me she was praised.” Her words were filled with a sharp bitterness. 

[angel-singstra]

“Favoritism...” Angel said with a sigh. “I get it. Kind of. I mean it’s different for me ‘cuz I dealt with it at school. My teachers favored the rich kids over the rest of us. But it’s different when it happened in your own family... She tried to kill you? What the...”

[little-john-nottingham-blog]

Whenever you’d like! I’m not picky. D-date? Did you say date?

[angel-singstra]

“It was a joke, LJ. Don’t worry. I was just kidding.”

[nebula-imperfect]

“Unfortunately.” Nebula laughed slightly at her comment before shaking her head. “You can stop apologizing. It’s getting annoying.”

[angel-singstra]

“Right. My bad. I just don’t like making people upset or whatever. So what did this guacamole girl do to get on your bad side?”

[little-john-nottingham-blog]

*blushes* Well thank you. I do try you know. I try to help out whenever I can. I just feel bad for people I guess. 

[angel-singstra]

“Well you’re doing a pretty good job so far. So! When is our friendly Netflix and hot cocoa date?”

[nebula-imperfect]

“Thanks I guess. Nebula is at least better than Gamora name wise. Whatever, everyone here thinks pointing out the obvious is being helpful.”

[angel-singstra]

“You know someone named Gamora? That sounds like a type of guacamole... And again, sorry.”

[little-john-nottingham-blog]

*sighs* Yeah I knew that. Sorry I don’t really get told that I’m trying to seduce people all that often so it always catches me off guard. Yeah sure I like Netflix. I brought my tv with me its not huge but it works. You can have the blanket if you’d like I brought like five just in case.

[angel-singstra]

“...Hey John, are you always this nice? I mean, I’ve never met someone who’s as up for helping people as you are.”

[nebula-imperfect]

“I wasn’t trying to be helpful. I was just stating the obvious. My intentions aren’t any of your concern.” She eyed Angel. “Nebula.”

[angel-singstra]

“Nebula? Sweet name. And uh... sorry for the assumptions, I guess.”

[angel-singstra]

Favorite ships for your muse? Favorite friendships?

OOC: I dont really ship Angel with anyone. But her and Little John are my BROTP haha

[angel-singstra]

OOC: Hey guys! Due to holiday stuff, I will not be available to do replies from November 25th to November 27th. I hope you guys enjoy your holidays. I’ll see you afterwards!

[nebula-imperfect]

“There was a hint of desperation in your voice when you asked your original question. If I didn’t know it bothered you so much I do now. You should work on that.”

[angel-singstra]

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks. You seem kind of bitchy, but I can tell you kind of have good intentions... I mean that in the best way possible. I’m Angel, by the way.”

[little-john-nottingham-blog]

What? No! I was just offering because you don’t like the cold I thought. Hot cocoa is the best thing in the winter time. I can’t be nice without you thinking I’m trying to seduce you? That’s the opposite of what I’m doing. 

[angel-singstra]

Angel laughed even more. “Oh my gosh, I was just joking! Calm down, dork. Can we watch Netflix while we drink the cocoa and keep warm?”

[nebula-imperfect]

“Especially if you’re going to show how much it bothers you. I’ve heard enough to know people thrive off of the pain of other’s here.”

[angel-singstra]

“...Is it that obvious?”

[sammy-panic-johns]

“Right. Probably. Short, dresses in all black, a little scary but also really nice, extremely sassy, really pretty. Sound like the Elsa you met?”

[angel-singstra]

Angel chuckled a bit. “Sounds like her. Although I didn’t get to see the extremely sassy part. I’ll have to see her again, just to see that side.”

[angel-singstra]

Blue Christmas (Drabble)

When asked about her parents, Angel prefers to tell people that she’s not sure what happened to them. She usually tells people that she remembers them dropping her off at her grandma’s house when she around around two or three; and hasn’t seen them since. And that story is true... to an extent.

When Angel was three years old, her parents decided to go on vacation to Utah. Since Angel was so young, they asked Angel’s grandmother (her father’s dad) to watch over Angel until they came back. They left on December 17th, and promised to be back before Christmas...

At 8pm on Christmas Eve, Angel’s grandma got a phone call. Angel’s parents had died in a car accident. They were hit by another driver who’s car had begun to slide across the icy road; and died on their way to the hospital. But Angel’s grandma didn’t have it in her to tell her three year old granddaughter that her parents had died, especially on Christmas Eve. Plus, how could she explain to a child that she would never see her parents again..?

On Angel’s tenth birthday, her grandma finally told her what happened. Angel had gotten into an argument with another student at school; who was teasing Angel about her parents “abandoning” her. Angel was sent home early because she’d punched the girl; and cried to her grandma about how she felt like her parents didn’t love her enough to stick around. That’s when her grandma confessed what had actually happened to her parents. It sent Angel into a whirl wind of emotions, ending in extreme denial. 

That is why Angel tells people her parents left and never returned. Because once she admits to someone else that her parents never came back because they’d died; then the actuality of their disappearance becomes true... part of her reality. And she can’t accept it. Not yet. 

Her parents death is also linked to her fear of winter.