|Author:||Philip Wester, Email #1, Email #2
||Story Title:||Angel We Have Heard On High
||Date Of Posting:||2002-05-07
||Author's Other Stories:||Angel The New Slayer (temporarily discontinued)
DISCLAIMER: I own all of the rights to this story. Characters, plot, background story, cook books for Italian Chinese pasta recipes, etc., are all trademarks owned by me. Use any of these or anything else in the story without my conscent and you will pay. Ok, so you won't, but I will glare at the screen of my computer if I ever find out about it! However, if you contact me and give me the url of the homepage that you're gonna post my story on, I will say "yes" right away.
Also, don't you dare complain about my English! I'm only 17 (since April) and English isn't even my primary language. Besides, I type fast and when you do that, you tend to mispell.
IMPORTANT NOTE: In episode 02 and 03, I claim that the events in the story occured in 2001. I mixed the years up. According to "Not A Perfect Love", the events that occured in chapters 1-5 happened in 2000. Here, in episode 06, it's October of 2000. Sorry for the misunderstanding. This is why I prefer finishing everything before posting. But I can't do that, now can I? I'd get killed by ya'll, you story-grubbing queens! Also, in the previous episodes, when I wrote "Bailor", I meant "Bayleaf". I missread the dictionary. Also, I recently found out what Convalescent means. :P I've changed it to "General". Hereditary General Hospital. I have done all of the corrections and sent the new versions in for overwriting.
2nd DISCLAIMER: I forgot the legal issues. Everything in this story is fiction. Only the info about myself, my personality, attributes and possible friends that might pop up here and there are based on actual facts. Of course, these can and will be exaggerated and/or altered. For example, I do not pinch my best friend's ass all of the time since she's a girl. Quite the contrary, she pinches mine! (She knows I'm gay)
Where was I? My stories are fiction. Oh, yes, any resemblance to anyone, dead or alive, is merely coincidence. I don't even know people with the names of half of the characters in my stories. And almost none of what happens in my stories have actually happened to me in real life. As far as I know, there is no place called "Hereditary", nor is there any place known as "Hereditary High", "Hereditary General Hospital", etc. Not in New York nor anywhere else. But, I could be wrong. Maybe in Wales or Swaziland. Who knows?
And ouh! The songs that I use in my stories, songs written and performed by others, are used without conscent from the copyright owners. Also, I get the lyrics by listening to the songs and writing the lyrics down. So, some lines might be misread/miswritten. Sorry. And sue me and you won't get a red cent 'cause I have none! Okay, a few, but not many.
Les Francaises sont très etrange. Je veux les frapper avec des carrots! And remember: Bunnies aren't just cute like everyone supposes! They've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. And what's with all the carrots? Why do they need such good eyesight for, anyway? Bunnies, bunnies, bunnies are evil! And so are midgets!
||Shushing librarian patron #1||MERCEDES MCNAB
||Shushing librarian patron #2||CLARE KRAMER
||Shushing librarian patron #3||TOM WELLINGTON
||Shushing librarian patron #4||JASON BEHR