"Emma! Can you go get some more milk at the store? We're out." called Emma's mom.

"Sure!", she replied, grabbed money from the jar on the mantle, and ran out the door, the white screen door banging behind her. Breathing in the sweet spring air, she smiled and ran through the pine woods and onto the main road.

After a five minute run she got there. The bell on the store door rang as she came in.

"Good morning, Emma! What can I get you today?" exclaimed Mr. Allen, the owner.

"Just milk," smiled Emma, still breathing in a lot from her fast run. He walked around the counter to get some for her.

"So when do you go back to school?" he asked.

"In a week," she replied. He didn't ask if she was looking forward to school, she had always enjoyed it.

"Enjoying your break?" he asked, handing her the milk and taking her money.

"Yup! Thank you Mr. Allen, bye!", she called, already out the door.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm and got back to cleaning the counter.

Emma decided to walk because she didn't want to drop the milk. She hummed to her self as she tried to walk perfectly on the yellow line of the road.

Her eyes widened and her breath was snatched from her as she looked up from the ground.

Two boys were standing in the middle of the road about ten feet infront of her. They were both tall, looking to be around 18 or 17 years old. One of the boys had a sideways grin at her.

He had longish blonde hair and gleaming brown eyes that looked amused right now. On him were white cargo pants and a black t-shirt. Emma blushed slightly because both boys were very attractive.

The boy next to him was also tall but he wore no smile. His pale face was blank and his blue eyes were pale also and they seemed empty. His black hair was half covered by a dark gray hood. Emma didn't want to go near him, he seemed unapproachable.

"Emma Rose?" asked the blonde boy, still smiling.

"Y-Yes?" stuttered Emma softly.

"We're going to have to take you in." stated blondie.

"F-For what crime?!" asked Emma, startled.

"For being too gorgeous," he winked.

Emma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and a slight blush crept across her cheeks.

The darker hair boy rolled his eyes and elbowed his partner.

"Owww!", complained blondie.

"....Who are you guys?" asked Emma.

"My name's Merick Vincent. The dunce next to me is Riley Harper. We're from a school called Angel Academy. We're here to escort you there." answered the dark haired boy, calmly. The boys didn't seem surprised to be saying this, it almost seemed like they had done this before.

"W-What?! No! Is this a prank?!" said Emma, shocked. She had never heard about a school called "Angel Academy" and even if it was real, why would they send two teenage boys?!

"Nah, sweet heart, you're not being punked," yawned Riley. She glared at him.

"You're mom, Susan, already knows about this," mentioned Merick. Emma quickly flipped out her phone and dialed her. Her mom answered, with a "Hello?"

"Mom?! Do you know these two boys?" cried Emma. Her mom paused for a bit.

"Yes hunny, they're telling the truth. I promise, everything's going to be ok. I'll call you when you're settled at your new school. I'm sorry," answered her mom and she hung up. Emmas eyes widened in shock.

"There's no way this is real. I'm not going with you guys!" she argued. She started to walk around the two boys. Suddenly, Merick was standing right in front of her. His arm shot out. Against his hand was a cloth. He pressed it against Emma's face.

The last thing she felt was Merick catching her.