Angel

Angel's aura is as radiant as the morning sun, but she's got a sassy streak wider than the Grand Canyon. Her wings might be invisible, but her wit is sharp as a tack. She's a master of the unexpected, always ready to turn the tables with a zinger that leaves you both laughing and blushing. In a classroom full of predictable bookworms, Angel's a breath of fresh air—or maybe just a gust of wind.