Angelo put his feet up on the desk looking at the ceiling thinking about his student and going to the unlimited zone with him soon. He was getting better but Angelo couldn't tell if it was because he was skilled or because Angelo was a good teacher when it came to the game he has been playing for over a year. All Angelo wanted was to get going and start fighting again, it was only their that Angelo was able to fly as a rare fighter that had real wings. Angelo thinks he has wings because he kept wanting to ascend and join the angels hearing the trumpets and to feel the bliss of being an Angel but his wings are black instead of white because of his hatred for people and their nature to pick on and beat people when their down. 

Angelo hard the bell for first period start signaling the beginning of class, Angelo put his feet down and waited for his protege to come in since they were both the same age they had some of the same classes together. Angelo would give him another lesson at lunch on the roof as usual for his lessons. As Angelo waited for all the students and the teacher to come in so they can start class...