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do time-travel in this club?”
    “Of course,” said Lola. “Did you think we’d just learn a bunch of dates?”
    “Well - yes,” I admitted.
    We both burst out laughing. At that moment I made up my mind. “Um, Lola,” I stammered. “I’ve got to tell you something—”
    “Yikes!” shrieked Lola, ruining my big confession. “Look at that queue! Let’s get inside!” She dragged me in through the revolving doors.
    There are certain words which make me lose all will to live. “Sensible” is one. “Library” is definitely another. But guess what? The Angel Academy library is completely not like that!
    For one thing, it has the coolest ceiling. You can actually watch stars and planets performing their amazing celestial manoeuvres.
    Lola joined the queue for the history club. I tagged along, telling myself I was just keeping her company. It wasn’t that I’d changed my mind about staying.
    I got a shock when I saw who was signing us up. If I hadn’t known they were angels, I’d have taken them for FBI. Suits, blank expressions - the works. I was positive our guy was getting security-type messages down his ear-piece. But I had a peek and what do you know? There was no ear-piece.
    “Who ARE these people?” I hissed.
    “Oh, they’re from the Agency,” said Lola airily, as if this was obvious.
    Before I could follow this up, a boy’s voice said, “Hi, er- Melanie isn’t it?”
    Do I know any boys in heaven? I wondered, amazed.
    Then I turned and saw his face and almost fainted.
    Omigosh , I thought. You could so totally tell he was an angel. One of those beautiful Italian-type angels you see in old paintings.
    “I was meant to meet you at the gate,” he explained. “But I got held up. You know how it is.”
    I managed a dazed nod.
    “Still, it looks like you survived,” he said calmly.
    Some girls had turned to look at him. They were like sunflowers, I thought, turning their heads to follow the sun. I don’t know why, but that really annoyed me. Huh, I thought. I bet girls get tongue-tied around him all the time. With a mighty effort I found my voice.
    “Oh, yeah!” I said, in my most unimpressed tone. “I’m having a great time, thanks.”
    “Well, yell if you need anything,” he said, and went back to his friends.
    ‘“Yell if you need anything’,” Lola mimicked. “Except Orlando didn’t actually remember to tell you his name! That boy lives on a different planet.”
    “Nice eye candy, though,” I said casually.
    “Gorgeous, I’d say. He’s also the best student the Academy has had since for ever. The Agency sends him on tons of assignments already. Ooh Melanie, just think!” teased Lola. “If they accept us into the history club, we’ll actually be working with him!”
    I’ll admit this idea did make me go very slightly weak at the knees. Then I mentally replayed what Lola had just said.
    ” Accept us? You mean we have to take a test?”
    “No need,” she pointed out. “They know everything about us already.”
    “That sounds really sinister. You mean the Agency like, runs the school as well?”
    Lola sighed. “It’s just common sense. The Agency is in the angel business. Hey, it IS the angel business!” she grinned. “Though we’re supposed to call them agents these days.”
    I nodded, just to show I was keeping up.
    “Ultimately, if we get through our training, some of us just MIGHT work for the Agency when we leave,” Lola explained. “And naturally, the Agency likes to keep an eye on its future employees.”
    I’d always imagined angels as just hanging around, being effortlessly holy. I’d never thought of them having to WORK at it. Suddenly I had a worrying thought. “And these Agency guys can tell if we’re, you know, for real?”
    Lola laughed. “Talk about nowhere to run! When they look at you, it’s like a total soul-scan!”
    “Lola Sanchez?” called a bored voice.
    “Totally luminous! They opened another queue,” shrieked Lola. “See you