Angel's Nemesis

As the Light shined through the curtain and bent with the shade, Angel awoke from his slumber, disturbed by the night, and the shadows that roam up the walls and on the ground, ready to strike, to invoke fright. It's 7:30 a.m. time to get up... and go to school. Angel stared at the time keeper waiting for it move with it's mechanical arms, spreading the amount of time, and deciding whether to get up and live the new day, or stay at home and play sick to enjoy the moment of time he had left. The heavy footsteps of his mom were just a reminder that the system he is on is reluctant, and deserves a crucial renaissance. One involving his mind, or his spiritual demeanor. Reviving his soul, taking a gander into his own eyes wondering what the conscience is, he falls back to sleep....