Angel Fair

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Never become an indecisive anything. Believe me, it sucks. If you can't decide on something, well good luck. I am very special and I have many unique gifts and talents. Oh I forgot to introduce myself. I am Angel Fair. I am a guardian angel. I am special type of guardian. I get to go and watch one person until he/she dies, but I get to go to the human world. It's going to be amazing! This is my first guardian mission.

Mom said that most angels don't meet their soulmates until after a few assignments and most of the time your soulmate is someone else's assignment. One of the angels changed positions and became an angel of the garden so I get all of her assignments until I find my mate, then I get to become a spirit angel.

Anyway, I am a white angel and that means that I am a pure, innocent, kind guardian. Lady Flora, my sister, is a green angel. She is a garden angel. She is calm, collected, peaceful, and if all else fails, a thinker. My mom is a pink angel. She orientates the new angels and teaches the children to become strong helpers. Dad is a council angel. His color is gold. My brother is a red angel which means he hasn't been decided yet. We are usually born with our colors but sometimes we get a red and have to hope that we get a decent job. My best friend, Christina, is a blue angel. She is over the sky and the water. She keeps things going around here. I sometimes I wish that I had her type, but I am what I am.

I am sitting on a vivid hill. Lush green grass with the scent of lilac and vanilla in the air, the sheep and lambs are lying with the lion, and all seems perfect. I lie back and close my eyes. I hear wings swooshing and birds singing. I hear the harps of the melody angels and the sweet sounds of their harmonies on the air. My thoughts are interrupted by a young angel by the name of Jason. He is an artist angel. His color is violet.
"Hey, Jason."
"Hello, Fair!" He smiled. I gave him the what-are-you-planning look. He leaned down and placed a beautifully painted flower in my hair.
"Jason, did you just paint this?" He nodded. The fun part about artist angels is that they decide what color the flowers are. They also decide what colors mean what.
He left me and I stay awaiting the coming morn. Oh and what a glorious morn it would be....

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