My Angel's Heart

Prologue ❤

If you are reading, correct me on anything and thank you for starting this idea with me.

Enjoy!

~Mariah

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My family is constantly telling me to save the world. Why you might ask? We are angels. We do not have wings and we are not dead, yet. My family just expects us to work like angels would.

We have a group of people who watch out in the neighborhood to look for anyone who might need emotional, physical, mental, or well any sort of help. Those group of people, who are normally my grandparents or great-grandparents, report to my parents and their other children what needs to be done.

I'm in the Heart family. It's very large and you can find them all over the world if you really look. Many people ask why we are so special and why we call ourselves angels.

We are really different, that's all.

The Heart family has been these 'angels' for as long as we have been in this world. We live longer than most people and can tell when someone needs our help.

For example, I could be in bed asleep and get this creepy, scary feeling. This feeling is a lot like the goosebumps you get when watching a scary movie. I wasn't watching anything, but the feeling would go throughout my whole body. The feeling might be telling me someone close by needs my help.

I am Laurence Heart and I hate being a Heart. I remember being out with my friends, Charlie and Lance. I was about twelve years old then and my mother called me home. She called their mom. "I need him home as soon as possible," She had said.

After their parents drove me home, they told me all about their job. They don't get paid of course, so the twelve year old in me thought that was no fun. After awhile of this talking, they mentioned me being an angel. I'm a Heart, so I have to be pushed into this as well.

That day, at twelve years old, I became an angel for a young boy.

I don't have anything against other people who need things from us. I just never thought I would be the one to do this.

I want to be a normal kid and I've been wanting this badly for about two years now. My mother and father have made it clear, now that I'm sixteen, that I need to stop acting up.

I've done everything to get out of this. I take off with Lance or Charlie about every weekend. We always mess around and go out to eat or something like that. My parents hate that. They think I should be off on my new assignment.

I am never out on my new assignments. I used to pretend I was sick and then I would sneak out the window to find Charlie and Lance sitting outside it.

Assignments are another thing I hate. Why do they have to call it that?

So far, I've had about thirteen people I have helped. I began being their angel with a positive attitude when I was young.

The positive attitude changed very quickly. I even feel sorry for those last few people who witnessed that.

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It was a Friday and I had just woke up. It was the last Friday before school starts and summer ends. Everyone looks forwards to this day. Normal teenagers are out and trying to have the best Friday they can.

Mornings are not my favorite time of the day. It was still dark out. I thought that was weird since my clock on the nightstand said exactly nine thirty AM.

That was about when I noticed the rain drops on my window. Oh, great it's raining.

My room looks somewhat creepy when it's dark out. It is one of the many big rooms in the house. My room has light brown walls. I don't know when I started to think of it as creepy. It probably started when I was a kid. The room would probably look darker than it was and might have made me scared.

I miss being a kid.

I begin to cover my head up with my dark green blanket once again when I hear someone.

"Laurence!! Get dressed and come downstairs!"

It was my mom's voice and it sounded important. I was beginning to think it wasn't something to get up for, but it was that gut feeling that told me I was wrong.

I sat up in my bed and moved a hand through my white-looking hair. I had slept with no shirt on, but that is normal for me. I also had on the pants I had on last night. I was too lazy to take them off the other night.

I went to my closet and pulled on a shirt that had some sort of company name on it.

One more brush of a hand through my hair and I was down the big, curvy stairs that lead to the living room area.

My mom and dad were sitting right there on the couch. I guess the gut feeling was wrong. That feeling must have been just a bad premonition.

See, they always sit like this when I have an assignment. My father would be sitting up straight and tall. He would look all businesslike. My mother would be sitting with her legs crossed and her hands clamped down in front of her.

I could tell what they were going to say before I could even think. I'm going to be someone's angel once again. I won't ever like being called an angel.

My father sat up even straighter, although I don't know how he could possibly do that.

"You have another assignment, Laurence. Her name is Mari Cross." My mother began.