"Jared! Make sure you packed everything because if you forget it, we aren't coming back to get it!"
"Ok mom!" I yelled back.
Well, it was the day I had been dreading for 2 months now: Moving Day. We were going to move to a whole new state, away from all my friends and family.
Now, you might be thinking what's the big deal? But let me tell you, from a 7 year old's perspective, it is like being told you are being sent to Hell.
So, I return to my room to look for any misplaced things. I look at the bare walls that used to hold my drawings and pictures, which are now just faded memories. I envision my bed being pushed into the corner, just under my window where I could view my tree fort. Memories flash through my head: Tanner and Nick climbing up it to meet me again to play, us pretending to be pirates sailing the ocean blue, or monkeys climbing a tree. I imagine that same picture only without me in it.
I start to tear up at the thought and run out into the front yard to take in some deep warm breathes. I can hear the birds chirping at one another, the sun shining its light down on the grass, making it feel like a nice warm cozy bed. I lay down to look up at the clear blue sky, taking in its endless beauty. As a warm breeze sweeps across my body I start to relax and feel warm inside. I feel a calm inside of me that I have never experienced before. I feel as light as a cloud, drifting in the open air. Speaking of clouds, I notice that a stay white cloud has entered the sky. Its shape starts to slowly melt, molding here and there to form a hand. But it seems to me to be a hand that is pointing at something. I feel as if the cloud is trying to communicate to me. Confused, I let my eyes drift in the direction it's pointing and notice my little brother Austin in his tiny blue overalls and wearing his favorite blue's clues hat, skipping along the sidewalk.
I watch him, as he picks some flowers, looks at them, and smells them. Wow, I think, why on earth is he acting like a girl!
But my humor is short lived, as I watch him gazing at something shiny in the street. He suddenly drops the flowers and runs over to it. As he steps near the mysterious item, the cloud from earlier blocks the sun, making me look up the street to look at the sky. As I do this, I notice some movement from atop the hill. I see an old rusty orange pick-up truck, starting to go down the hill, toward my bother and gaining speed.
WAIT! TOWARD MY BROTHER! I realize frantically as I start to scramble onto my feet. I catch a quick glimpse at the truck again, and it seemed to smile at me, as if it were saying, "Bring it on!" I recognize this was the face of Death himself! He revs the engine and floors the gas. This had become a race between Death and I, to see who could reach my brother first.
Time seems to slow down, as I race toward my innocent looking brother. I could see my mom, who apparently had saw my brother in the street, with a look of horror on her face screaming, "AUSTIN!!!!!"
Death is now only 20 feet away and closing in fast for the kill. I was still 30 feet away, so I exerted all my strength into on little thought: Reach my brother!
Suddenly, I feel a warmness enter my body, but not just any warmness; a warmness that could have only came from one thing: an angel. As I feel the angel's strength flood into me I start to run as fast as the truck, which was probably going around 50 mph by now. Strong beams of light burst through the cloud, disintegrating it right on the spot. I look back to Death, who is only 10 feet away, get blinded in the light. Death, or should I say the truck, starts to slow down, but not fast enough.
I am now only five feet behind my brother, with Death only a few mere inches away from him. I close my eyes, yell loudly, and lunge with all my strength at my brother. Shockingly, I speed through the air like a hawk, pushing my brother and me out of the way just as Death crosses the spot where Austin just was.
As I’m soaring through the air, I look back at Death, who is now screaming in frustration and horror as a beam of light soars from the sky and strikes him in the heart, turning him and the truck to dust.
As I stare in awe, I strike the ground on the other side of the street, time returning to normal again. The birds are starting the chirp again as if just waking and the trees start to sway in the wind as if released from their stone chilling curse.
As I start to sit up, I look out across the road, watching my mom running toward us with tears streaming down her face. I watch as she steps on the thing that lured Austin into the street, making it turn to dust.
I try to speak up but my mother grabs us with all her might, crying on our shoulders tears of joy. Feeling my brother’s body squeezed up beside me, I turn to look at him. He is bug-eyed and wondering why he is being hugged. A smile comes to my face as I think, Ha-ha, that’s good old Austin for ya!
As I turn toward my mom again to give a hug of my own, I notice someone standing on our roof. She was dressed all in white, had white feathery wings, and a golden halo floating above her head. She looks at me, gives me a warm smile with a quick wink and flies off, disappearing high into the sky.
Only when we get back inside do I realize who that mysterious woman was. I look at the only picture still hanging on the wall, with that woman standing next to my Grandpa. She was my dead Grandma, or should I say, my Guardian Angel.
"Ok mom!" I yelled back.
Well, it was the day I had been dreading for 2 months now: Moving Day. We were going to move to a whole new state, away from all my friends and family.
Now, you might be thinking what's the big deal? But let me tell you, from a 7 year old's perspective, it is like being told you are being sent to Hell.
So, I return to my room to look for any misplaced things. I look at the bare walls that used to hold my drawings and pictures, which are now just faded memories. I envision my bed being pushed into the corner, just under my window where I could view my tree fort. Memories flash through my head: Tanner and Nick climbing up it to meet me again to play, us pretending to be pirates sailing the ocean blue, or monkeys climbing a tree. I imagine that same picture only without me in it.
I start to tear up at the thought and run out into the front yard to take in some deep warm breathes. I can hear the birds chirping at one another, the sun shining its light down on the grass, making it feel like a nice warm cozy bed. I lay down to look up at the clear blue sky, taking in its endless beauty. As a warm breeze sweeps across my body I start to relax and feel warm inside. I feel a calm inside of me that I have never experienced before. I feel as light as a cloud, drifting in the open air. Speaking of clouds, I notice that a stay white cloud has entered the sky. Its shape starts to slowly melt, molding here and there to form a hand. But it seems to me to be a hand that is pointing at something. I feel as if the cloud is trying to communicate to me. Confused, I let my eyes drift in the direction it's pointing and notice my little brother Austin in his tiny blue overalls and wearing his favorite blue's clues hat, skipping along the sidewalk.
I watch him, as he picks some flowers, looks at them, and smells them. Wow, I think, why on earth is he acting like a girl!
But my humor is short lived, as I watch him gazing at something shiny in the street. He suddenly drops the flowers and runs over to it. As he steps near the mysterious item, the cloud from earlier blocks the sun, making me look up the street to look at the sky. As I do this, I notice some movement from atop the hill. I see an old rusty orange pick-up truck, starting to go down the hill, toward my bother and gaining speed.
WAIT! TOWARD MY BROTHER! I realize frantically as I start to scramble onto my feet. I catch a quick glimpse at the truck again, and it seemed to smile at me, as if it were saying, "Bring it on!" I recognize this was the face of Death himself! He revs the engine and floors the gas. This had become a race between Death and I, to see who could reach my brother first.
Time seems to slow down, as I race toward my innocent looking brother. I could see my mom, who apparently had saw my brother in the street, with a look of horror on her face screaming, "AUSTIN!!!!!"
Death is now only 20 feet away and closing in fast for the kill. I was still 30 feet away, so I exerted all my strength into on little thought: Reach my brother!
Suddenly, I feel a warmness enter my body, but not just any warmness; a warmness that could have only came from one thing: an angel. As I feel the angel's strength flood into me I start to run as fast as the truck, which was probably going around 50 mph by now. Strong beams of light burst through the cloud, disintegrating it right on the spot. I look back to Death, who is only 10 feet away, get blinded in the light. Death, or should I say the truck, starts to slow down, but not fast enough.
I am now only five feet behind my brother, with Death only a few mere inches away from him. I close my eyes, yell loudly, and lunge with all my strength at my brother. Shockingly, I speed through the air like a hawk, pushing my brother and me out of the way just as Death crosses the spot where Austin just was.
As I’m soaring through the air, I look back at Death, who is now screaming in frustration and horror as a beam of light soars from the sky and strikes him in the heart, turning him and the truck to dust.
As I stare in awe, I strike the ground on the other side of the street, time returning to normal again. The birds are starting the chirp again as if just waking and the trees start to sway in the wind as if released from their stone chilling curse.
As I start to sit up, I look out across the road, watching my mom running toward us with tears streaming down her face. I watch as she steps on the thing that lured Austin into the street, making it turn to dust.
I try to speak up but my mother grabs us with all her might, crying on our shoulders tears of joy. Feeling my brother’s body squeezed up beside me, I turn to look at him. He is bug-eyed and wondering why he is being hugged. A smile comes to my face as I think, Ha-ha, that’s good old Austin for ya!
As I turn toward my mom again to give a hug of my own, I notice someone standing on our roof. She was dressed all in white, had white feathery wings, and a golden halo floating above her head. She looks at me, gives me a warm smile with a quick wink and flies off, disappearing high into the sky.
Only when we get back inside do I realize who that mysterious woman was. I look at the only picture still hanging on the wall, with that woman standing next to my Grandpa. She was my dead Grandma, or should I say, my Guardian Angel.
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