My Angel's Heart

*Chapter one* ❤

I was walking down my street, thinking about what my parents told me about this girl. They never describe the person that well. The Heart family believes we are responsible for finding out the problem. The only reason I was thinking about it is that I wanted to get it over with.

First, I figure out who she is and what she looks like. My assignment's looks are very important. They might look sad and wear all dark clothes. She could be wearing all black and I would know right away that she needs to be happy. I just talk to her, buy her some ice cream, and I'm done.

Second, if the first step didn't work, I look at her amount of friends or how her family is put together. I really dislike having to do this second part. I shouldn't have to get extremely close to them and have to deal with everything personal that comes with meeting the family and friends.

My second idea sounds a lot like what my parents would tell me in this situation. I just am not a fan of learning about someone who I will probably leave as soon as I can.

My street, which is full of all my family members, was coming to an end. My family decided that it would be best to have our closest relatives live right next door. I think it was a strange idea. I wasn't sure of anyone my age that would like to walk out their door and say 'hello' to their aunts and uncles or grandmas and grandpas.

I had very few great memories of being with my relatives. The only memories I have is of them telling me I had to be nice to someone or show people that I care about them. I think the only memories that were close to being fun was on holidays. We get together, eat and maybe receive gifts. Everyone loves holidays.

I think of Lance and Charlie's family as if they were my own. I wish I was part of their family instead. Lance and Charlie are brothers. Charlie is about two years younger than Lance and I, but he is one of the greatest people here on this world, despite his age of only fourteen.

Lance and Charlie White were the reason that I was turning right off of my street in our small town. I needed their advice. Lance is one of the smartest guys in our grade and has gotten all A's since kindergarten. Charlie is very smart also even if he is fourteen. I needed their input about Mari Cross.

I walked up the sidewalk to their door. The White's house is blue, white and on the small side. My house is much bigger than theirs because of my parent's jobs. Other than being stupid angels, my mom is a fourth grade teacher and my dad is a lawyer. I have no idea how they handle those jobs.

If you are just friends with someone, you would knock on their door and be polite. If you are like me and my friends that I've known since preschool, you either walk right in or they open the door before you get there. Charlie got to the door before his brother could.

"Welcome back home, bro." He greeted with his normal small grin. His brown hair was messy probably indicating that he had just woke up. He wore a big, gray t-shirt and dark jeans. He took one look at me and laughed loudly. "You look like you just lost your best friend. What happened?"

"Being an angel happened." I mutter back, pushing past him and walking into the doorway.

Lance was found leaning against the wall to the side. He looked like he was awake for hours. Although, he always looks like he is awake and ready for the day, no matter what time it is. If you didn't know, you would have no idea that Lance and Charlie were related. His blonde hair straight and pointing up along with his blue eyes that went together with his daring smile. "More assignments?"

I face the back wall before turning towards both of my friends. "Apparently, this assignment's name is Mari Cross."

"Mari Cross?" I heard Charlie mutter under his breath, a bit quietly. He tilted his head to the side slightly.