Angel

“I can’t wait to see you for Christmas, I love you Frank.’ She said.
“I love you too, Mom.” I took a deep breath.
My mother held my hand as we went inside. But she literally disappeared when we entered the building. Wow, totally expected from my Mother to just leave me like that. I saw other angels at their lockers in the halls. Everything was grey, and bright. There was color in the room, but not good ones. I hid my wings, but everyone else had theirs out. Some had black wings & most of them were white. I was the only one who didn’t have the wings out. I looked like a normal boy in a room full of beautiful creatures. I went into a large room with a large amount of students. I took a seat closest to the back as possible, which was row Z, seat 100. There was a group of boys that sat in the same row. I heard them, but I didn’t look at them. I hoped I never did. Each row fits 20 people, there are 26 letters in the alphabet, so all together, there are 520 students in one large room. The walls were white & bright.
“Welcome to Christ’s Angel School. I’m your teacher, Doctor Martin Luther King Junior. I will be teaching civil rights history and how angels were involved. You may have heard about me! I gave the speech back in the 90’s?” Interesting. I read so many history books about him! He was speaking through a microphone & there were speakers connected to it all over the room.
“Today, we will be going through an overview. Take out your handbooks and go to page 309.” I did as he told.
“You’re new.” The boy 2 seats away said to me. When he spoke, I could hear a tad bit of thunder. I loved the sound of his voice.
“Yes, are you?” I asked. He nodded his head.
“Yeah, I’m Mikey, a thunder angel.” He shook my hand politely.
“I’m Frank, um…” I didn’t know what to say next.
“This is my brother Gerard-“
“SHUT UP! I can’t hear him.” The boy in between us said sharply. His hair was white and his skin was the same as mine. His eyes had a bit of a shadow and it’s natural. His wings were black and beautiful. They were identical to his brothers.
“He’s a lightning angel.” Mikey whispered. The guy to my left tapped my shoulders.
“I’m Ray. A guardian angel and this is Bob, a death angel.” WHOA! I waved at him and Bob.
“I’m Frank.” I said kindly. Rays voice was sweet & soft, I loved it. I think he had singing potential. Bob had an interesting set of wings. His wings had sharp curves and sharp wings resembling those of a raven.
“I’ve been here for 3 years. I started when Ray did.” Bob said. His VOICE! It was so AWESOME! You can TELL he was a death angel!
“You’ll love this place. Just stick with everyone on this row and you’ll be fine.” Ray said softy.

Notes

i just thought he'd bethererererer......