A Wing And A Prayer

"And God said, Let there be light: and there was light."

Evangeline, stop dosing off." my mother whispered while jabbing me in the side.

I sat up while mumbling an apology.

Father Andrew kept reading the story from Genesis, a story I've heard since I was a little child in Sunday School. I could probably read that whole story by memory. I don't eve want to be here. I used to love going to church, but ever since my grandma died I've lost faith in the lord. I don't even believe the words Fathere Andrew is saying anymore. My parents keep taking me to church so I don't get rebellious but I'm already there and they're disappointed in me. But it's not like I care anyway. I'm an atheist now and I don't care anymore. 

"Mom, can I go buy a soda?" I asked nicely.

"I don't know, can you?" she asked me. I remember my second grade teacher used that on me so I would be polite and say, 'May I?'.

"Yeah, I can." I answered acting like a smartass.

I got up and went out of the room. Walking down the hall, I started scratching my arm. The sweater my parents picked out for me was so itchy. And the skirt was even worse. Floorlength black skirt with a pale pink sweater. Ugh, to make it worse...I hate pink!

I stepped out of the double doors of the church, into the cold winter air. I got into my "bible bag" and pulled out a pack of cigarettes I hid in it. My parents actually thought that I had a bibile in here, when in reality I just packed it with foam and saved room for my box.

I put the filtered ened in my mouth and lit it up. I sucked in the nicotine and felt relieved almost immediately. A few more puffs and I was ready to go back in.

I stopped at the soda machine on the way back. Suddenly, I felt a warm breeze that made the hair on my neck stand on end. In that warm breeze that came and left almost immediately, I also heard a small whisper of a voice.

"Angel," the voice whispered.

I turned in the hall to see in any of my friends were here. They were the only ones that called me Angel.

"Hello?"The empty hallway echoed my words back to me in an almost mocking tone. Like they were taunting me for being so stupid for calling to someone that wasn't there. I'm not crazy...I'm not!

There's nothing there, I told myself. I rushed back into the sanctuary and sat down next to my mom again. I was still a bit freaked about what happened in the hall, so my toe was tapping rapidly.

"Evangeline, are you okkay?" my mother asked. 

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Perfect." I responded.

Then, I heard it again. The soft whisper of my nickname. I looked around.

That's when I noticed him. He was different, like me. Dark hair that swept across his face and into his piercing green eyes. He wasn't here before I left. Then he looked over at me and stared me in the eyes. He had this vide coming off of him that intrigued me.

"Evangeline!" My mother called to me. I turned to her and she gave me an odd look. "Sweetie, what are you looking at?"

"I just," I looked back at the bench and no one was there. "Nothing, I thought I saw something."

"Well, let's go home honey. We've got people coming oever for dinner tonight."

"Who?"

"The new neighbors." She smiled and left

Hi. I'm Evangeline Carter. I'm 18 years old and a senior at Our Lady of the Snow Shrine. I have dark hair and bright violet eyes. I smoke cigarettes. Letely, I've been seeing and hearing things that aren't...normal. I've come to realize that I'm weirder than I thought I was.