The Sisters of Life

chapter 4

Chapter 4: Elaine’s POV

          “What is a party on Earth?” I asked him once he told me about it. I mean we do have parties in Heaven, but I think it is done way differently down here. Usually parties in Heaven consist of dancing and singing. All angels have uniquely beautiful voices when we sing. Lizzie and I were in a choir a while ago, but we had to focus mostly on studies.

          “Ya’know like drinking and dancing to epic music,” Johnny said.

          “No, I do not know. Epic?” I am starting to get confused with his “slang” as he calls it.

           “You don’t have parties in Heaven? Man, ya’ll are missing out!” he said through a smile.

          “Well we do, but I’m sure it’s completely different than down here though.”

          Right then, Lizzie walked into my room with a shirt and skirt I have never seen before, and they both looked way too short. “What do you think you are wearing?!” I asked appalled.

          She looked a little bit embarrassed. Well good. “Jonathan lent me some clothes his ex-girlfriend left behind. He said it was appropriate clothes for a party.”

          “You look great, Liz,” Jonathan told her.

          “There is no way you are wearing that. It shows way too much skin and you know we glow when it’s dark outside.” I told Lizzie sternly.

          “Come on. It is not that bad. It just shows a small amount of skin.” She said defensively.

          “Lizzie. Every time you bend over men will be able to see your butt!”

          “I think she looks hot,” Jonathan said after a few minutes.

          I spun my head to him and glared. “She’s an angel!”

          “Yeah, so?” he asked.

          I walked up to him, “What do you think God would say about this?”

          “It’s just an outfit dude relax. I’ll find something for you if you’re just bein’ jealous.” He smirked at me.

          “I think what I have on is good.”

          “I don’t. People will think you’re some kind of weird foreign chick. Isn’t the whole point of coming here to blend in and observe us?” He asked me sarcastically.

          “Yes,” I said defeated.

          “Well then, come with me and we will find you something.”

          I really do not want to do this. Angels have a reputation to hold. We can’t walk around looking like prostitutes. Generally, we just wear white clothing that covers most of body. Male angels wear a long sleeve shirt and pants made of a cotton material, while females wear a long silk dress. Even though Lizzie and I were known as the trouble makers in Heaven, we still strictly followed the dress rule.

          He led both of us to a room similar to the one I had before. It was quite large, but it had hardly any color. All of the walls were white and bare. The only objects containing colors were the blanket on the bed; which was a deep blue, two lamps; which were a shade lighter than the blanket, and an odd looking chair; which was a pitch black color. There was also a wooden chair and table next to the entrance, but other than that, the room was completely empty of furniture.