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.
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