Fallen Angel-Chapter One- Part One

"I remember it so clearly Sandy," I told my best friend as we were sitting in her front yard, enjoying the first day of summer vacation. It was very mild Friday morning, in the 80's and dry. Tipical I sat picking a the green grass surrounding me.

My tan khakis, light blue tank top and blue flip flops kept me at the perfect temperature. Sandy Pearson however, was wearing plaid pajama pants, and a white t-shirt that had her name written in large block letters. Not the usual summer fashion.

She looked up at me. "How can you be so sure it means something?" she was on her stomach, picking at the grass as well. "But it felt so real" I said, now looking up at the cloudless blue sky. We were discussing a dream I had the night before.

A dark figure, a boy to be exact, confronted me and said 'I'm coming' before he vanished and I woke up. I never saw his face, but I knwe he was a boy. "I don't know Liz, maybe it was a mind trick," she said, picking some grass off of her elbow.

I thought about her statement. I sighed, "Me? Elizabeth Frederick, playing mind tricks on myself?" I raised my eyebrows. Sandy looked up at me. "Maybe, it happens to me all of the time ," she said as she sat up.

I kicked off my flip flops. I stood up and paced the length of her small front yard. " Hmm.... 'I'm coming' what would it mean? Hmm...." I finally stopped in front of Sandy. I pursed my lips, then a conclusion came to me. "Do you think it's like a sign? Like he's coming, coming for me? Or maybe we... we are supposed to meet or something," I said, now talking to myself.

Sandy stood up too. "Come on Liz, you're twelve. Aren't you a little too old to be talking to yourself?" she crossed her arms over her chest and brushed a strand of her long dirty blond hair behind her ear.

"Why I never...." I said under my breath, starting to chase after her, she was pretty fast, but no match for me. My long legs were perfect for running. We ran around in circles until I tackled her to the ground. We scrambeled for a little bit until Sandy's Mom called her in for lunch. We got up, laughing so hard our stomachs were sore.

"I'll come by later, 'kay Liz?" Sandy said, opening the door to go inside. "Alright, see you later," I waved and began to jog back to my house, which was only four doors down. Who would have known that I would have a delay.