Angel Diaries

Chapter 1: Flying Mishaps

Dedicated to EmilyJean113, she made this amazing cover! Check out her stories, they're amazing. >.<

(A/N. I've decided to give this story another chance, please tell me what you think! Because maybe I'll just delete the story completely and you won't know what happens next >:) )

 Hi, I'm Charlie. Want to know a bit about me? I'm 16 years old. I go to Angelo High. I have long blonde hair that comes down to my waist, green eyes and bright pink lips. My favourite dress is a purple sparkly gown that stops at my knees. Anything else? Oh yeah, I'm a angel, I got my wings 4 years ago. Do the math and figure out when I got them, since I've had my wings for 4 years I'm a whizz when it comes to flying. This is my diary and from now on, I will be writing about to outstanding things in my life, (or the mini ones if nothing interesting happens). This bit of my diary is called Flying Mishaps. Read on and find out what happens....

Today, I had finished all my angel duties and I was flying around having fun. I swooped around, bragging to all the 11 year old angels at how well I could fly. They obviously got soo angry and decided to teach me a lesson. Angels before they get their wings are amazingly powerful, so they conjured up a huge storm and guess what? Silly me flew right into it, I bashed into a tall tower and fell the ground out of breath. I was dazed, I felt on my back for my wings but they weren't there. I frantically searched for them but I couldn't find them. I walked home feeling glum. When I arrived, surprise surprise! All the 11 year old angels laughed at me!

I dreaded the moment, I would I have to walked to the Angel Head's office and ask for a new pair of wings. I meandered down the hall and knocked three times on the colassal door.

The Angel Head was very tall, taller than all the trees. However, she was a caring and reasonable person who was always fair.

"Come in." I heard her melodic voice say. I immediately felt calm. Her voice has that effect on angels and people too. I stepped inside. I saw her sitting at her table sewing an angel sized garment; probably for one of the little ones.

"Sorry to disturb you, ma'am." She turned on her chair to face me.

"Ah, Charlie. Just the person I wanted to see, I wanted your input on this dress I'm making for Dahlia." I peered at the little pink silk dress she held up. It had cute little ruffles.

"It is very beautiful and I'm sure she would love it."

"Thank you," She put the dress back down on the table. "What were you saying?" I looked at the floor boards and studied them.

"I've lost my wings." I whispered.

"You've lost your wings!" The Angel Head had amazing hearing. "Well, I'm sorry but you will have to wait 2 weeks to get them back. I have to order them from Hermes and it takes about 13 to 14 days to get here." She concluded.

"Okay ma'am." I sighed. "Thank you." I made for the door. In my head, I was thinking. That wasn't so bad, I don't know why the other girls say it's so frightening. 

"Oh and Charlie, can you drop this off at Dahlia's room? Room 181." There were over 200 angels here and she knew which room each one stayed in.

"Yes ma'am." She handed me the dress and I turned the lower knob on the door.

"Oh and one more thing, Charlie."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"As a punishment, you must still do your angel duties everyday. It is your fault you lost your wings, you should have been looking where you were going!"

"Yes ma'am." I left the office briskly.

I scuttled down the halls until I reached Room 181, I knocked twice and opened the door.

"Hello Dahlia." I said. Dahlia was sitting on her bed, reading 'Flying for Dummies'. I had given the book to have 3 years ago when I mastered flying.

"Hello Charlie," She looked up from the book and I whipped the dress behind my back. I wanted it to be a surprise. "I'm just reading up on how to fly when I do get my wings I want to do be able to master it easily." Dahlia was only 7, she had another 5 years to wait but I wasn't about to point that out to her.

"I have a surprise for you." I slipped inside, keeping the dress behind my back.

Her eyes shone. "Really? Let me see!" She abandonned her book and tried to glimpse what I was holding.

"Close your eyes." She closed her eyes and I brought the dress out from behind my back. "Ta-da!" She squealed.

"Oh, it's lovely." She gently took it from me, stroking the silk softly as if it would rip if she applied too much pressure to it. "Did you make this for me, Charlie?" She said as she hugged me tightly.

"No, the Angel Head did, I just delivered it to you." 

"I have to say thank you." And with that she sped out of the room, clutching her dress. I left the room, shutting it quietly behind me. I skipped to my room where I wrote all of this.

Interesting day, right? I've lost my wings!

Talk to you laters.

Lots of Love,

Charlie x 

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 New story! I went to this Creative Thinking session and I wrote this within a few minutes of planning.

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Song to the right is: ------->

Michael Learns to Rock - Angel Eyes

My cousin told me about this song, I thought it might fit because the story is about angels.

Did anybody get that? (Note: Sarcasm was just used, not particularly in a good way).

 QUESTION FOR THIS NEW BOOK'S CHAPPIE (I made this one myself):

Who is your favourite person in this whole universe? (Including Heaven and Hell).

Mine is God.

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Next chapter doesn't come out until I get a question for the next chappie and 2 votes and 2 comments.

Stay blessed and awesome, love you lots x

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Since I learn Italian:

Buon Natale e Felice Anno Nuovo!

~LR x