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Bethany's POV:

I'm looking in the mirror.

I'm an angel.

My past life forgotten. I don't know who I am, only that my name is Bethany Hudson and I'm seventeen.

I'm naked, but it doesn't bother me. In heaven, clothes are not necessary. But in the part I work in, they are required.

Based on my past life and how many people I saved from themselves, my job was assigned to do just that. I'm a guardian angel, and my job is to protect the mortals who need it most.

This was all a lot to take in at first when I decided I really didn't want to be naked all the time. I couldn't get used to the idea that in heaven everything is literally perfect.

My pure white wings, folded at my sides. It's inhuman. I love it.

Being brought back to life was the hardest and most painful choice to make, I had to choose between becoming an angel or live in heaven. I loved the idea that I could go back down to Earth and help people be able to join the millions in heaven. So I did it.

I'm not human, I look like one though.

After months of training I'm ready for my first human I'm responsible for saving.

I pick up the guardian report and read to myself:

Name: James Patterson
Age: 18
Sex: male
Status: troublesome, cruel

Interesting, this doesn't seem too hard.

I put some clothes on.

"Well, James. I'm coming to save you."

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James POV:

I'm looking in the mirror. I do look hot, I have to admit. I run my hand through my thick, glossy hair and turn to leave. I look at my backpack. "Fuck it."

Instead of starting my car, I light a cigarette. After taking a long draw, I ponder on what I should do today instead of go to that shitty place they call school.

I turn on the engine, I have the perfect idea.

I pull up to the nearest liquor store. There is a girl by the front door, sitting on the bench that has been there for years. She looks oddly out of place, wearing a pencil skirt and a blazer. I decide whether to hit on her or to be rude, but neither seems to be a good option.

I make my way inside the store, heading towards what I usually come in here for anyways. I grab a couple packs of cigarettes, and a carton of beer cans. I slam the stuff on the counter, startling the clerk. He's new, this should be fun. "How old?" He asks, too timidly. I grin. "Who the fuck cares, newbie?" I snap back. I hear high heels behind me. "Just let me buy the shit and get out of here." I grab him by the shirt collar.

Someone taps my shoulder. "Excuse me," I turn around, only to see the woman who was sitting on the bench outside the store. "Please release him." She states.

I laugh. Who does this lady think she is?

"And who the fuck are you?" I ask her, not bothering to be polite. "His guardian angel?"

She smiles.

"No, actually." She states. "I'm yours."