Gabriel's Child

Gabriel's Child;;Chapter One

Destiny is a good thing to accept when it's going your way. When it isn't, don't call it destiny; call it injustice, treachery, or simple bad luck.

- Joseph Heller
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My mother always said I was a special child, the shining light of her life, but I thought differently.

When my mother gave birth to me she said it was painless, which the doctors thought was very strange considering the fact that childbirth is very much supposed to be painful. Another strange thing is I was born with a tattoo on my back. It was shaped like a small pair of wings. The doctors assured my mother that it was a just a unique birthmark and that it would fade away with time. The birthmark never did go away. It did the opposite and grew with me.

The strange happenings didn't stop there. I began to see people that others couldn't seem to see. I was eight years old when I started seeing them. I told my mother that I could see people in our house, but she couldn't see them. I insisted they were there, she told me it was just my imagination and to not speak out about it. I listened and never spoke about it again. I eventually learned that they were spirits, nice ones, mean ones and horrendously funny ones. They would always tell me about their problems and how they got the way they are, they also kept me company when I felt alone. There was also the wind. It always seems to be whispering my name telling how great I will be, how I would save the world. I didn't really believe any of that stuff.

What could I possibly do that would save the world one day?

"You better hurry your hot friend is coming." Naomi said with a wink.

Her voice broke me out of my trance as I remembered what I was supposed to be doing and quickly starting applying makeup. Naomi, a stunning woman she was. Unfortunately killed by her ex-boyfriend three years ago, she looked like a movie actress, she had straight shoulder length red hair, green eyes accented by thick, red-ish brown eyelashes, and everything a guy could want! It's just sad that she had to die the ways she did.

"He's coming up the stairs." She sang.

"I'm going as fast as I can!"

"Phoebe let's go!" Nolan said, bursting through my door, "and who were you talking to?"

"No one." I quickly applied the last brush of eye shadow to my eyelids, picked up my halo shaped necklace, grabbed Nolan's arm and ran down the stairs.

"Phoebe," my mom called from the kitchen, "are you going to eat breakfast today?"

"Uh, I think we'll get something on the way," I said, lifting my bag from the couch and running out the door, "Bye mom!"

I released his arm as I locked the door.

"That took you long enough." He said, opening the door of the 98' Toyota Tacoma for me.

I bounded over to the truck and I landed into my seat and fixed my green V-neck sweater, "Well sorry for being a girl in the morning."

Nolan has been one of my only friends since I can remember. There were no other children around here just boring old people who never wanted to come out of their houses unless they were gardening or mowing their lawn. Our mothers instantly became friends and Nolan and I played every day. Now we tell each other everything, well almost everything, he's like the older brother I never had.

"Hey, can we stop at a gas station?

He turned to look at me, "Why?"

"I didn't eat breakfast."

"We can't, we're already late."

"Please Nolan?" I pouted.

A look of surprised and something else flashed on his face and he quickly turned his face away from me, "Okay."