Angels

The Beginning

Dear Angel,

How do you carry on existing? You know, without people annoying you to death. I love how you do that, I assume you do that, do you? I can only wish that someday you'll realise I exist and you'll come and find me for yourself... I really do wish I could meet you. I don't know what you look like, your personality. I don't even know your real name. I do know that you're partly a fragment of my imagination. And you've been hiding there for years and years. Anyhow, I want to talk. These soppy letters are getting boring. Please write back.

X

See how I didn't sign? If I wasn't going to know her name she shouldn't know mine. Even though I did bare the rest of my heart to her. My feelings, loves, hates, friendships. Everything. I didn't care about that, so long as I stayed anonymous. And every time I sent one of my letters, I wondered if I ever actually would meet Angel in the form of another. She really was like an angel to me. A being that only exists in my dreams and she's so perfect. She couldn't possibly exist. I never tried to imagine what she looked like or where she was from. Cause that would raise my expectations. At this point, Angel could have been a boy for all I knew. But I didn't swing that way. Nobody had to know about Angel and nobody ever did. She would stay in seclusion, to me. That was the second letter I wrote. I remember writing every single word. Although it got a little smudged because I was writing whilst drinking a can of 7up, my favourite ever drink. My life was pretty good, I had a family, friends, food in my belly, a roof over my head. Everything a 13-year-old boy could ask for. We even had a small beach hut towards the end of South beach, which I was always very grateful for, oh yeah, we live at the seaside! We moved when I was 5, I don't really remember much of it though because I was so young, I just remember the whole prospect of it being very exciting. The seas aren't very good here but I do do a lot of surfing, I really enjoy it, it's my 'thing' I guess you could say. I like the actual surf but I also life meeting all the new people down at the beach. I always did like meeting new people, it's not that I like to be popular, I just like to know lots of different characters. If I could work my matchmaking magic on others, everyone would be best friends with everybody. I am very good at introducing people to people. My two best mates wouldn't even be acquaintances if it weren't for me! One of them doesn't go to this school but we always meet at the pier after me and Justin are done at our school and Eddie is done at his, I'm usually out quite late at night. But not causing trouble. I hate any kind of trouble, I think you should keep yourself to yourself. But there's a difference between being loud and cheerful to roudy. There's a difference between Teasing to bullying. They're all seperate things and they get mixed up way too often for my liking. Anyway, my views aside. The Beginning. It all began in school (obviously) PSHE to be precise with Mr McCain, my form tutor who takes us for PSHE. I was doodling and not paying full attention, all I heard him say was this 'I want you all to pick someone from the list, this doesn't have to necassarily continue, but we want to try it out as a school to school project' I was passed the sheet from Perky Purdey, I looked over to Justin and frowned, it was just a list of names with check boxes beside them I mouthed 'what the hell is this?' He shrugged, a separate sheet had already been passed over his head, from one girl to another. I didn't check any of the boxes, I didn't want to sign myself up for anything. The girl next to me, Julia, who was also one of my very good gal friends looked at the list. "Aren't you going to sign up for this." I stared at it over her shoulder again. And looked at it more closely. She looked up at me. I thought about the possibilities of what those names might have meant. "Naw your alright." She sighed. "You have no idea what this sheet of paper is do you?" I pulled my pen which I had been chewing away from my mouth and shook my head. "Bang on my friend." Julia laughed. She was a quirky girl, not like the rest, but not one of those annoying people who think they're cool for being different and therefore they're not cool at all. She always wore her hair the same, in a side bun, very loose and messy. She had bright blue eyes and tanned skin, her hair was dark chocolatey brown. She had very unusual complexion. And in summer she sometimes even got the odd flurries of freckles across her nose. She tended not to hang around with us lads after school as her grandma was very ill and she had to visit her regularly. But sometimes she is allowed to stay out with us. She leant in close to me and showed me the list "it's a pen friend project, with Summerfield, and if it goes well, we're going to team up with some foreign schools, isn't that exciting!? I've signed up for three people!" I laughed, she was always very, very enthusiastic about everything. Which isn't a bad approach I suppose, but could get annoying sometimes. I took a deep breath. "No, I'll leave it for no, I  have a pen friend you see." Julia raised her eyebrows, and passed the sheet over the table and to Justin because he had been skipped. "I'm signing up for someone." He said and checked one of the boxes which read Eddie Stoke, I smiled, he had that slight touch of sarcasm in his voice. It was all a joke to us really. By now you're probably wondering what we all looked like, well you know what Julia looked like. Justin had very dark caramel coloured skin and frizzy hair, but it was tamed into a neat sort of box on top of his head, he was fairly tall, around 5ft6" and he had loads of girls after him. Me, well, no girl ever showed interest in me? I have blonde hair, I'm not as tall as Justin, I'm around 5ft3", my hair takes aged to comb out of bed head, but I manage to quiff it, if that is a verb? I'm not pale, because all the time I spend in the sun, I tan very well. And Eddie has mousey brown hair, in a quiff like mine. People say he looks like Justin Bieber, all the girls. But I'm not so sure I agree, maybe because I'm a little jealous, he wears big thickly rimmed nerd shaped glasses and always looks immaculate, his Mother wouldn't let him out the house until he'd been combed down with the lint roller. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but she didn't like him looking scruffy. And he was never rejected by the girls either. But he didn't have a girlfriend at the time, Justin did, a girl named Lily. She was in my Spanish class, she was really nice and really pretty. Anyhow, where was I? Ah yes, Julia had passed on the paper, she looked at me and smiled. "I love writing and sending letters, when Anna and Ellie moved away, that's how I kept in touch!" (Anna and Ellie: Two twins who were best friends with Julia but moved to Australia, long story, family issues.) Julia produced two A4 sheets of paper from her bag. "These ones are to be sent this afternoon." I snatched them off of her and read them, I thought, could I keep in touch with someone like this?