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 Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 3:32 am
Saralia yanked on a pair of cargo pants and raced to the door. Grabbing a granola bar from the counter, she slung her backpack over her shoulder. Dropping at the door to the laundry room she flung open the dryer. As she pulled out a tight green shirt, a car horn honked loudly outside the building. She went to the window and tugged the shirt over her head.
"I'll be down in a minute!" She turned and grabbed her bag again, running to the door and locking it behind her. Saralia dodged down the stairs of the ramshackle apartment building and threw open the doors, stepping into the bright 8th avenue morning.
Saralia jumped clumsily into the green Lexus and bapped the boy driving over the head.
"Hey, I said be a little late. I was rushing!" She smiled over at him as he pulled away from the curb. He mumbled something about hating to wait and glared at the bustling cars before him. She rolled her blue grey eyes at him and looked out her window at the buildings blurring past her.
The blonde boy stopped the car at a Main Street restaurant and let her out.
"Gee, Thanks for the ride, Ross!" She slammed the car door shut and walked purposefully to the entrance.
Letting the door close behind her, Saralia looked around the place. She thought about Ross and wondered why he was so irritable this morning. Shrugging she walked to a table and sat down.
A young girl with long, flowing blonde hair came to wait on her. Saralia looked her over and smiled.
"Yeah, let's see, just some fries? I'm waiting for a friend." As the girl nodded, her glowing blonde hair bounced and her radiant smile increased Saralia's mood. "Hey, thanks!" The young girl walked away and Saralia noticed that she didn't have a name tag.
Hmm, weird. Must've been in a hurry this morning, like most everyone else in New York! She smirked to herself and looked out at the busy highway running by. Smoothing out her shirt, Saralia glanced around for a sleek silver Mercedes, licence plate WRU 885, not that she'd admit to memorizing it. She ran her fingers through her hair and waited.
The shiny silver car pulled lazily around the drive through corner. She jumped as the tinted window of the drivers side slowly reeled down. Saralia smiled genuinely and licked her lips. A handsome face, rimmed with thin wavy hair gave the grey eyed driver a poetic look. He quirked her a smile and winked.
"Sara, love, how are you?" She blushed at his endearing tone and walked toward him.
"Oh, Andreos, I'm wonderful. How have you been?" She placed her hands on the window and bent slightly, looking into the car.
"Ah, I've been fine, working as usual. What did you want me for?" His smile grew to a teasing grin as he looked up at her.
"Andre! You wanted to meet me!" She laughed lightly and shook her head playfully.
The young man looked mock startled and grinned up at her.
"So I did. You look lovely. Tell me, how is the 'boy' doing?" His voice changed to disgust as he spat out boy. Saralia was used to him referring to her boyfriend like that, she did it sometimes too. These were just harsh times... right?
"Oh, Andreos, you know how he is, don't even lie to me." She looked away from him and straightened up. Crossing her arms she watched the angelic blonde wave at her and point to the fries sitting on her bench table. "I'm having a small lunch, care to join me?" She raised an eyebrow at him and turned from the car.
Behind her, Saralia heard the car door open and shut. She heard him sit next to her before she looked at him again.
"See, it's not so bad eating French Fries on in the morning!" She giggled lightly as he reached subconsciously for a fry.
She watched him pull back and look at his watch. For a split second out of the corner of her eye she saw his skin tint and his back arch wings. She blinked and looked at him fully. Being distracted she didn't hear him speak. Andreos got up and walked back to his car, French Fry in hand. He got in and sped off. Saralia stood up, confused, and walked a few steps before sitting on the cement.
"Hey don't worry about him. He must just be in a hurry..." The angelic girl was kneeling beside her, hand on Saralia's shoulder.
"Oh! Uhm, yeah, he must be..." She smiled and the blonde smiled with her. Saralia reached into her pocket to get the money. As she turned to the girl, she was gone. No trace of any blonde, radiant female. A note was setting under her fries when she stumbled over to her table.
No Need To Pay, God Loves You.
Saralia blinked rapidly at the note and picked it up. She shook her head and stared at the note. No even letting herself think of what just happened she got up and started walking uptown.
Saralia stuffed the note in her pocket. She watched cars blare past her, trying to sort out what just happened. She was angelic yes... but a real angel? No way! That's too far fetched. Angels? No.... not here in New York. Puff, angels! Yeah, right! [/i]
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 3:36 am
At 8:15am Tabby emerged from her bed after rolling around and fighting with her alarm clock for 20 minutes. After breakfast, and she began to fiddle with her guitar to find the right sequence of chords to go with the new song she'd just written. After breaking up with Shane she had written so many new ones. Sometimes misery could really be a girls best friend.
Azreal went down to earth as she saw a vision of a girl who was distressed. She wasn't exactly a child, but she thought she should still look over her. She flew gracious to her home within the night so she could not be spotted. In the morning she watched her play on her guitar. Azreal decided it was time to show herself. She said calmly "Hello Tabby."
Startled from being interrupted, Tabby looked up from her guitar. She quietly contemplated the being before her with tear stained eyes. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. The light she radiated was unlike anything earthly. She felt curious, and sad, but peace had begun to wash over her body, so she did not feel afraid, but she could not remember how to speak.
She saw tears trickling Tabby's face, Azreal gracefully moved closer to her, smiling with sympathy, "Please do not be afraid, I will not hurt you. I just want to help, I know you are hurting and I feel for you." She gently placed her hand on Tabby's shoulder.
"Are... are you an angel?" she asked.
She smiled, "I am," she fluttered her wings a little. Azreal put her arm around Tabby's shoulder and motioned for her to sit down. "I heard your call of despair, and I have come to answer that." she held her hand gently, "What troubles you my friend?"
Suddenly, Tabby felt ashamed for ever doubting the existence of God. She began to cry and shake her head saying
"I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm sorry I stopped believing in God. I thought he wasn't real. When my father died..... When I came home from school that day, and there he was, lying on the kitchen floor.... I thought God was punishing me, because I didn't come home on time that day.... because I hung out with those kids and smoked that.... those... things...
And now... now... after everything I've been through...
Azreal calmly placed her hands around Tabby to comfort her. She held her closely to herself, stroking her head. "Do not feel ashamed dear child, we understand how people loose faith after unfair things happen to one, but please understand that just because God created life, it doesn't mean he can destroy it."
She spoke with a calm and caring voice. Azreal then kissed Tabby's forehead. "Your fathers death was not of your doing, and I'm sure he was proud of then as he is now." She brushed Tabby's hair away from her hair, as tears were making it wet.
Tabby felt comforted by the angels soft voice and warm hands. She smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes and asked "Does God still love me?"
She smiled back and played with a lock of Tabby's hair, "Of course God still loves you. He wont ever stop loving you"
Tabby hugged the angel and thanked her for her kindness.
Azreal patted her head gently, telling her "It's alright," she faced the young girl and smiled at her, "Now, is there anything you need to talk about? Don't worry about keeping me, I have all the time in the world."
"Shane? My boyfriend... ahh... I mean my ex... is he okay? Last time I saw him he was so strange. I don't understand why he lied to me. If he didn't like me anymore... if he was falling for another girl, he should have told me. He could of at least broken up with me first....
Azreal sat down on the coach, "Sit down Tabby," she said in a soft tone. "Now, boy at this age are often complicated. They don't know what they want just yet, at least few of them do. I'm sure he did not mean to hurt you, he is confused right now. And now he does not know what to do or say to you." She paused and gently put her hand on the teenagers child. "Do not spend your life mourning over one boy. I know it is hard, but you will find the one your a destined for, I promise."
Tabby smiled at the angel. She hadn't felt so comforted in a long time. The early hours of the morning were passing by quickly and she needed to get to her first class.
"Is there something else you wish to tell me?" Azreal said as she waited for an answer
Ummm... Well... I kinda need to get to school now.
Azreal laughed gently, "Off course, you can go to school. But remember if you shall ever need me, just think of my name, Azreal."
"What a beautiful name. Thank you."
The angel smiled and nodded her head. She began to walk away as her body began to break away into hundreds of white butterflies that flew towards a empty window and descend into the clouds. The sweet sent of flowers was all that was left of the angels presence, that lingered welcomingly in the room.
Tabby lingered a moment as she watched the butterflies spilling out her window. After taking a deep breath inhaling the sweet flowery scent that the angel left behind she set about getting ready for class.
Today she wore red knee high boots, a black miniskirt, a white shirt and striped stockings. She grabbed a granola bar and her messenger bag as she walked out the door.
Tabby raced to the train station and managed to squeeze herself in. As always it was overcrowded with people on their way to work and school. Many of the windows were covered in graffiti, and some of the people around her reeked of grime and cheap perfume.
"Why couldn't I have been born rich," she thought, "I could drive to school or even be driven. Some people are so lucky. Maybe one day I'll be famous...."
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