A Voice From Heaven

           In every classroom or in every room there is a corner and there she sits, quiet in sweatpants and a long sleeved thermal, the usual. Ten minutes had passed and she hasn't moved and neither had I. Finally she pulls her hair back, a beautiful shade of brown, perhaps like the fallen leaves in autumn. Her eyes glistened almost like the fifteen billion stars in the night sky. But of course, I'm the only one who seems to notice the innocence behind her guilty look. suddenly the teachers threatening eyes locked in with her galactic like eyes. she didn't say anything but the women sure was. she was going off about how the girl was being disrespectful by not acknowledging anything she says. I think back to the time when she was open with the world. we were good friends, but not good enough to last.

            We were seven, the first time we saw each other. she was running in the grassy meadow with birds following her with a soothing hum. I was tempted to follow her and I thank God that I did. she stops and realizes someone was there. she stares at me for a while, for a good two minute, then a flash of bright green broke the staring contest. the sweetest voice rang in my ear, "Hurry, catch it." it was the most fascinating thing to a adolescent mind, a frog. she and I spent the next two hours trying to catch the damn thing, eventually the slimey green "thing" is in our custody. then that little goddess like voice peeps up, "Harold....we should name him Harold."

           Being thirteen life becomes, you know, strange. I walked to and from school everyday with her. the everything changed, which made her realize that life doesn't always give you the best gift, was Tuesday, April 27th. it was a rainy day with grey fluffy clouds hovering over our oblivious heads. she started to walk, paying no attention, yet I was. however I stood still, frozen. A car was on its way, noticing the unaware girl, the driver makes a sharp swerve into an old, rotted out telephone pole. It took a moment to realize who was dying in the passenger seat, a kid from our school. Now this kid is famous at our school, so by the next day everyone's hatred hit the girl who caused the crash and that's when everything went downhill. she never talked again, she was convinced she killed someone.

  

             I finally got back into real time and hear everyone roaring laughter. the words stupid and dumb were thrown in there a lot too. she pulled herself up from the very seat that held her secrets and tears. I finally heard the voice that I hadn't heard in forever, and it was coming from the girl right in front of me, "A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ." I thought for minute but before my brain could function soft lips reached my cheek and suddenly vanished and with that my angel with a voice from heaven was gone, gone forever.