Angels

Making my mark.

As I stepped up to the lecturn in the assembly hall I decided that this was it, my time to make my mark on society and opening up the revelutionary idea that kids can talk in confidence to someone, that they know, but will never meet. Someone who they have a home in. I was nervous about revealing Angel to the world, but I thought about how she had got me through so much, and she could get other people through things as well. It was time to help others.

Hi, my name is Beau. And I have a plan, a plan to get even the shyest kids talking, talking to someone they love. And I chose Angel, she's my girl. Although I'm still not entirely sure who she is, I have a pretty clear idea. So let me tell you a story: There was a girl, I knew. She went to this school, and I'd known her since forever. She encouraged me to start writing, writing to a pen pal. Whatever that may be, and I did. But I didn't have anyone to write to, you may be thinking 'but if you had no one to write to, how did you write to someone?' Very easily actually, I thought of a name, a perfect, good, sweet name. Angel, I thought. So I headed it, To Angel. And that was that, I put it away in a drawer, and didn't see it for another week. I thought it didn't matter but actually, it was the key to surviving my whole summer, that's right. My whole summer was guided by what Angel taught me. She taught me how to love, how to learn and how to be me, without saying a word. Then I found my letter again and started writing it, deeply, slowly and surely. Still guided by what the girl, my friend, who I talked about earlier had told me about writing letters. I spilled my guts basically. Without a clue where this was going, I licked the envelope shut and addressed it 'somewhere' that's right, somewhere. And my postman took it away, confused at first, but he took it somewhere and everything was fine. And then another girl showed up, who I thought everything of. I spent all my time fussing over her and talking about her and thinking of her. So much so I almost forgot about my old friend. I didn't see that my old friend was not happy about this. And if I was a good friend, then I would have realised that she wanted Beau back, I would have talked to her and maybe I would have gotten to say goodbye to her, when she left. That's right, she left. Only calling me to say goodbye and still, I paid more attention to the new girl, to my surprise, she left too. It was almost like they were ghosts, coming and leaving, ghosts of Angel perhaps. Either way. Keep your old friends close, because they are heaven, they are Angels and they keep memories you will never have with new friends and if you're not careful, they will be gone. Just like that. So, that's my year ladies and gentlemen, until we meet again, keep on dreaming Angels.