The other kids were sucked. Miles knew he wasn't meant to use that word, his mom said so, but they really did. Those pencils were a gift for his 5th birthday and he treasured them an awful lot. No matter what he did they wouldn't give them back. Only two drawings had time to be made and hung on the fridge, and Miles desperately tried to retrieve those pencils because he wanted to make more, dammit.
"Give it back!" Miles made a grab for the purple pencil the big mean boy held.
Looking around the place with hate, he wondered why he was forced to come here everyday.
"No you have to share," a boy grabbed Miles' red hair "don't be selfish!"
As he let go, tears started to form in his eyes because the chaos was overwhelming. High pitched child laughter reached his ears. Miles kneeled down to pick two pencils up from the floor. The mean boy with brown hair broke the yellow one and his frustration caused him to throw it at Miles, who was now crying, protectively holding two pencils while reaching for the broken one.
"Stop crying! You're such a baby!" A girl with a neat ponytail was spilling glitter on his craftwork in an attempt to appease the bully. This caught the boys interest and they moved on from bullying Miles to breaking up all the class' craft works. The teacher was clearly busy, cheerly talking to a phone caught between her shoulder and ear, as both hands were needed to hold apart two other kids. (She probably hated this place as much as Miles did.)
Although his mother loved him very much, she never found out about it, or any of the other times that the children took advantage of Miles.
He's always been told that's just how kids are. And he was reminded multiple times not to be a tattle tale.
Yet the strength of a five year old had a limit and he wanted things to change.
At least that's what he told himself.
Miles remembered that his Mommy always taught him to pray, so late one night Miles kneeled at the side of his bed and he explained everything to the angels up above, all the times he got bullied by the mean children. Then he asked for an angel to come down here to help him. All little Miles wanted was a friend.
...and they said my hair is stupid and that's mean because the word stupid is mean, and I wish that they didn't say that...
The inky black sky was illuminated by the lights of the houses underneath it, and the new moon hid in the expanse. Miles had no idea that somehow, somewhere out there, a heavenly celestial being was listening intently to everything he had to say.
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The Angels Friend
AdventureA little boy's prayers are heard by an ancient cosmic being, and they promptly become best friends. Unfortunately, things get messy when the angel finds her own dead body in the woods. With a little time travel and a lot of dedication, will they unt...
