Short Stories/One-Shots

Guardian Angel

    I stood quietly at the front of the room awaiting my punishment, my halo glowing dimmer than usual. This had only ever happened once before. It didn’t end well. They hadn’t announced the verdict yet, but I already knew what they were going to say. The jury silently filed out of the room, and took their seats. They announced the verdict. Guilty. Called it.

  

       The judge began to speak, “Selene Johnson, as punishment for your actions, you shall be sent down to Earth to be a guardian angel for a Michael Truman. If you don’t set him on the right path within two months, you shall be stripped of your wings, stay among the living and shall never return here.”

        On my way out of the courtroom, I was given looks of pity. None of them were really sorry. They were glad to be rid of someone who was different. Who wasn’t perfect. Someone like me.

       I was brought to a room where I was given a backpack with a file about my ‘client’, a phone, and two earrings, each one looking like half of our wings, which I could use to communicate with the angels in case someone started to ask too many questions.

       In a blinding flash of light, I was transported to Earth. I was in a bedroom. I looked down to see a black buttoned up shirt and some jeans. I was in the exact same body I had when I was alive, although something was different about this one, although I couldn’t put my finger on it. I put my backpack on the bed, and began to look through Michael’s file. This kid was trouble. In the file, something caught my eye. His mother had died. I knew that feeling all too well. It turns out that I was in a place called Sunsetville, Oregon. It looked like it was noon, so I would have to wait another day to go to my school. I explored the house, large and filled with furniture.

         The next day, I woke up and got ready for school. When I woke up, there had been an outfit waiting for me at the edge of the bed. I started to make my way to Sunsetville High School, where I was apparently enrolled as a tenth grader. I went to the office, and got my schedule. I started to head towards my first class, when I was cornered by a large blonde boy.

         “Hello lovely, I’m Trent. Now, where do you think you’re going? Wouldn’t you rather have some fun with me?”

I shook my head no, trying to get away, but he trapped me between him and some lockers. This wasn’t going to end well. He started to bring his face close to mine. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He lifted his hand to my shirt and started to try to unbutton it. I started to yell for help. Almost immediately, another large boy with brown hair came up. Great. Now there were two of them.

But, instead of helping the blonde boy, the brown haired boy pulled him back and shoved him against the lockers, punched him, and watched the blonde boy run off.

The brunette walked up to me, and in a kind and gentle voice asked, “Are you okay? The name is Truman. Michael Truman. Nope, sounds better with James Bond. But you can call me Mike.”

I chuckled. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as I thought.

“Yes, you stopped him just in time. Thank you. My name is Caroline Johnson.” I said, using a fake name so I wouldn’t be found out.

“Are you sure he didn’t hurt you?” Michael asked.

“I am okay. Really.” I reassured him.

It was in that moment I realized how this body was different from my original one. There weren’t any scars this time.

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