Missy barely remembered her life. She still had a few memories, of course, but she didn’t really remember the details. Like, she couldn’t remember someone’s face, or name, or they way their voice had sounded. When she thought back to her life on earth, her memories seemed to be filled with shadows instead of people. Still, she remembered two details very clearly.
The first was that she was a cheerleader before she died. She was a good one, too. As far as she could tell from the few memories she was able to hold on to, she was all state in cheering, and not just on a high school level. No, she had made it to the big leagues. She had managed to make the squad at her college. She knew it was a big deal, even if she couldn’t actually remember the name of the school she had gone to.
Even now, as she resided in the Realm of the Angels, she still wore her old cheerleading uniform. The outfit was a stark white sweater, with blue trim, and a blue and white pleated skirt. Her short, shoulder length hair was still pulled back into two pigtails that bounced when she ran. She couldn’t remember her exact age, especially since she was obviously a good deal older then she appeared, but she was pretty sure that she had been around nineteen or twenty when she had entered the Realm, so she still maintained her youthful, some would say even perky, glow. Honestly, if it wasn’t for her wings, she would probably have resembled a very normal, healthy college student.
The second was that, when she was alive, she was happy. Obviously she wasn’t happy all the time. That’s just not possible. Still, she knew that in her short time on earth, she had been happy. She didn’t really remember her parents, but she knew they were good to her. She knew she had friends, too, lots of friends. Sometimes she missed them, but deep down she knew that someday, hopefully not too soon, she would see them again.
It was Missy’s cheerful disposition that had landed her in front of the Council of Angels.
As she sat in a lone chair, in the middle of a large, white room, the council standing around her, she was reminded of that time she had been called down to the principle’s office. It had been in the last semester of her senior year in high school, and she had gotten caught skipping study hall to go shopping. Her parents, her teacher and her principal had all stood around her, looking at her the same way the Council of Angels was looking at her now.
“Missy,” an old man who stood at the center of the small huddle spoke first, “we were wondering… Well, someone had recommended you for the position of Guardian Angel, and while we usually avoid sending someone so young, we just thought that…”
Missy’s face lit up, “Are you serious? That would totally be amazing!”
“It’s not as easy as you would think.” A woman, who appeared to be in her late forties, spoke next. “Humans can be very… troublesome.”
“I don’t mind.” Missy had to control herself. Inside she felt like she was about to start jumping up and down. “Honestly, I kind of miss people. I mean, you guys are great and all, but…”
The woman smiled, the lines around her eyes crinkling. Seeing those lines caused a little twinge of sadness to zap at Missy’s heart. When she had been back on earth she had dreaded growing old, getting wrinkles. Now… well, now she would never have the chance. She got her wish. She was eternally young, beautiful and full of energy.
“Then we will assign you your first project. “ The old man stepped to the side, and a large image formed in the very air he had been occupying. “This is Gus.”
Gus looked to be about twenty-four, with shaggy brown hair, a face full of stubble, and a general air of despair around him. His clothes were baggy and well worn. He had on a maroon hoodie, and a pair of khaki colored cargo pants. If Missy squinted her eyes she could almost see him as good looking.
“Well, he doesn’t look to happy.” Missy leaned forward, squinting her eyes more. Gus wasn’t exactly the project she had been expecting, but he seemed normal enough.
“He’s not.” The woman spoke. “Missy, our jobs as Guardian Angels is not only to protect our projects, but to help continue the spread of love through out the world. Gus here, well, he’s completely lost faith in love. It is your job to help him find it again.”
Missy looked the woman in the eyes, her face serious. “I will give you my best! I promise!”
The woman smiled again, and for one brief moment she seemed familiar. “Do I know you?” Missy stood, trying to get a closer look.
“Maybe in a past life, my dear.” The woman laughed. “Now, we can discuss that later. You, Missy Everheart, need to get yourself down to earth. A young man’s heart needs a good dose of angelic power.”
“Yay! I’m like a Care Bear!” Missy leapt up, her fist shooting into the air. “Well, except I’m not short, furry, and a I don’t shoot stuff out of my stomach. I guess I’m more like… I don’t know what I’m like. “ She glanced around the council, who were all staring at her, amused. “Sorry… rambling.”
“You’re a Guardian Angel.” The woman stepped towards her, reaching out her hand. “Be proud of your new title, and take care of your project.”
Missy reached out, taking the woman’s hand in her own. Calming warmth seemed to spread through Missy’s body. The room around her seemed to slip away, fading into a bright, white nothing.
“Good luck, Missy.” The woman’s voice seemed distant now.
Missy closed her eyes.
“Thanks.” She smiled, feeling the Realm of the Angels leaving her.
She was off to earth.