Wings of Heaven

Chapter 6|

As it turns out the hospital was only a ten minute walk from my house. Lucky for me because it starts to rain.

I unlocked the front door and ran upstairs to change out of my wet clothes. I put on my ripped acid wash jeans, green softball shirt and my black Doc Martin boots.

Then I grabbed my hit pink duffle bag from the top of my closet and shoved in underwear, jeans, t-shirts, shoes and other various clothing items. Then I added some jewellery and some trinkets from my childhood.

I ran down to the kitchen and threw in chocolate, soda, potatoes chips and lots if candy. Now I'm sure you must be wondering why I'm not the size of a house by now but I happen to have a wickedly fast metabolism which means I stay a perfect size 8.

I heard a knock on the door and ran to open it. Standing there was Chris and another man next to him. He was tall, with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, the colour if melted chocolate.

"Hi I'm Chris' brother Gareth," he said holding out his hand.

I politely shook it and replied "Nice to meet you."

"You ready to go?" Asked Chris.

"Yup," I replied, handing him my bag.

"Woah what did you put in here? It weighs a tonne," said Chris

"Oh don't be a wimp," mocked Gareth taking the bag off Chris.

I stepped outside, locked the front door and stopped. In front of me was the mist beautiful car I had ever seen. It was a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. I almost died right there in my porch.

"Is this really you're car?" I asked

"Uh huh, she's a beauty isn't she?" Replied Chris, nodding in agreement

"This is my dream car. I've been saving up for one since I was fifteen."

"Will you two stop drooling and get in the car! We have a long car ride." Called Gareth.

I walked over to the car and sat in the backseat. Chris got in the drivers side and turned to face me.

"Now listen to me, there is not nor will there ever be any Justin Bieber in this car. Do you understand?"

"I'm sorry do I look like a walking cliché? What about me screams desperation? As long as there's some Metallica I'll be fine." I snapped back

Gareth laughed in the front seat as Chris started up the car. I shoved in my headphones blaring 'Radioactive' by Imagine Dragons. Soon we were off