When I was young my mom used to tell me stories. Stories of angels and demons. I never knew how valuable those stories were until the descent.
My name is Michael. My dad left before I was born and my mom did the best she could at taking care of me while working three jobs all so I could have a semi normal childhood, but that all came crashing down on Sunday, October 26 2092. The day the sky fell.
The day started like any other with me getting punched in the face. You see I had a slight problem and his name was Eli Douglas. Eli had been my schools resident bully since middle school, and ever since we entered high-school 2 years ago he's stepped up his game. Which brings us back to today with me getting punched in the face for wearing the as Eli says "Same ass close you ware everyday." Why this made him angry I will never know, but one things for certain today Eli's punches hurt a hell of a lot more for some reason.
I don't take the punch sitting down though I get up and rush him full steam ahead. Then the next thing I know is I'm lying on the ground coughing up blood which I don't think is supposed to happen. When I look up at Eli I see an evil look in his eyes as he grabs my neck.