Lana
“Sorry, Lana,” my coarse-trainer said, “since you didn't find anyone to help, you will not be graduating with my class.”
“Well, what if I find someone before then?” I asked.
“You only have 3 weeks, thats almost impossible.”
“Just let me try…”

Juliet
I was out of breath. Good thing we lost them a block ago. I ducked behind a trash bin, and pulled my little brother, Trevor, with me.
“We can't keep doing this, Trev!” I said, “Everything you do falls on me!”
“Jules, Im sorry! Im tired of eating apples!” I held him as a car went by.
“No, Im sorry. You need a house to get a job, and a job to get a house. Until I figure this out, though, we steal fruit from the OUTSIDE of the store, and not the inside!”
“Sometimes I wish we could get back in the foster care system.”
“Remember why we ran away? They couldn't find a home that would take a 15 year old and a 9 year old. They were going to split us up. Is that what you want?”
He shook his head no, and I hugged him.

Lana
I stomped out to the courtyard. If I don't pass, I don't get my wings. All the other angels my age already have them. Its no fair! Is it my fault that I couldn't find anyone to help? I think not!
“RAIN!” Someone yelled. Everyone rushed inside, since you can't get your wings wet. “Ha!” I thought, “I can stay outside.” I looked around, and I was alone. Maybe its not so great.

Juliet
I gave Trevor his apple. He sighed.
“Now,” I said in a British accent, linking my arm in his. “Where shall we slumber tonight, dear sir?
“Only the finest,” He said, playing along.
“Well, the park bench has the uppermost service.”
“But, madam! Those blasted crickets, they always keep me up!”
“The gazebo it is!” Just then, it started to rain. “GO!” I said, and we sprinted to the park.

Lana
I punched in my code and went in the screening room. This is where angels check up on humans to see if they need help.

Juliet
The sun  set quickly, and rose slowly, like it didnt want to be here. I still hadn't fallen asleep by the time the sun slowly and gradually moved to the top of the sky. “Trevor,” I said, “you coughed all night!” I helped him up and we started walking. In front of the market, he stopped.
“Im going to lay down…” He set himself up on the bench, and i sat beside him. I guess he didn't sleep, either.

Lana
Routine as usual. I sit at a screen, watch it for an hour, then rotate to another. NO matter how long I sit and wait, I can never find anyone.

Juliet
“I cant get up,” Trevor said in between coughs. “It hurts to bad.”
“I have to call an ambulance,” I said, getting up straight. Even if it isnt a big deal, we never know, and I'm not hitch-hiking to the ER.
“They’ll split us up!”
“Trever, I have to.” I walked in the store, and walked up to an older man in the soda aisle. “Sir, may I use your cell phone?” He looked at me and walked away. I probably asked 20 people after that.
“Ma’am, may I use your phone?” I asked again. She rolled her eyes.
“Make it quick. Ive got a life, you know.” I smiled and took it.

I rode next to him in the ambulance, it was the only time he looked small to me.

I was pacing the ER waiting room, when the receptionist gave me a paper to fill out. I looked at it, and I had no info. No phone, address, insurance, or anything. She asked to call my parents and I deneyed. I heard her in the phone with our local shelter  a few minutes later.
“Juliet Crofts? You can see your brother now.” I ran into the room. He saw me and smiled.
“Hes okay,” the doctor said “just a bad case of pnonmia. He will stay here the night and we’ll send him home with a medication. Also, a social worker is coming to bring you to a foster home.”
“What about Trevor?” I asked.
“He will go to a group home tomorrow.”
I looked out the window. It hadn't been clean, so it looked like the world was smudged and broken. Accuate.

And there I was, standing in front of a door with a social worker beside me. I gripped the golden knocker, but just then, the door flew open. The lady that let me use her phone at the store was there.
“Oh...uh...hello?” She said, sounding weary. She opened the door wider, but I just stood there. I was givin a little nudge to go inside.
“Bye, Juliet!” She said, and left.
I looked around the house, it seemed like it was taken out of a magazine.
“Dont sit on this, use coasters on this, don't put your feet on the odamin, no shoes on the rug, and dont touch the TV.” The only thing she did not point to was a little, childs size wooden chair in the corner. She started to walk out.
“Wait! Where do I sleep?”
“Ill bring out a blanket when I get back. You will sleep on the floor.”
“Bathroom?”
“That little door.”
“Kitchen?”
“Ill bring you your food.”
“Where can I go in the house?” A scowl crossed her face.
“You will stay in the room. If you leave, you will be punished.”
“This will be fun.” I said, under my breath. This is a huge house, and I get
a room, most of which I can't use. I watched her as she walked out to the hall. The sharp creases of her pantsuit matched her uptight self.

Lana
The bell went off. “SWITCH!”

I moved to the next screen, I hadn't seen any action in weeks, though I must have looked at hundreds of screens. Why should this one be different? I looked up at the tag that said whose family this screen observed. “Croft.” I turned it on, and the first image was a boy laying in a hospital bed. Well, I can't help a dead person! I clicked the arrow. The next image was a girl. Her hair was messed up and her clothes raggedy. She was sitting in a chair that was too small for her. Suddenly, a woman walked in.
“I expect you to be sitting right here when I get back.” The lady left, and the girl looked down at her feet. I think I found someone to help! I pressed the red button that teleports you to that person.

Juliet
I focused on the little fibers of the rug.
  “Hi!” I screamed. A little girl, about 13, looked down at me. “Im Lana, your guardian angel!”
“My WHAT?!”
“Ug! Read this.” She handed me a small book that was titled “Angels for Dummies.”
“Is this a joke? Who are you?”
“Page 51.” I opened the book and read.
You must be confused. When an angel* sees someone to help, they come as a mentor to your problem.
*Angel- the winged being standing in front of you.
I closed the book.
“So, you're going to ‘mentor my problem’? What does that even mean? And you don't have wings.”
“Jeez! Im working on the wings thing. And what's your hearts desire?”
“I thought you were an angel, not a genie.”
“Just tell me.”
“I want my brother back…”
“Rule 27, page 3, article 9. I can't bring back people from the dead.”
“What? Hes not dead! He has pneumonia.”
“Oh! You want him here, with you?”
“No, I want our old life back.”
“I see! Well, step one is to heal your brother, Lets go!”
“WAIT!” I said, grabbing her arm. “Im not allowed out to step out of this room.”
“Who says we are stepping?” She put a hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, we were in my brothers hospital room.
“Trevor!”

Lana
The girl ran to her brother, but all he focused on was me.
“Whos that? How did you pop in here?”
“Let me explain,” I said, stepping forward. “I'm your sister's guardian angel-”
“Guardian WHAT?”
“No interrupting!” I put my hand on his shoulder, and he teleported next to me, in full angel gear.
“Whoa…”
“Feel better?” I asked.
“Wait a minute… I do! IdoIdoIdoIdoIdo!!”

Juliet
I smiled, I hadn't seen him this happy in a while. Suddenly, he turned to face me.
“Wow!” Trevor said.
“What?” I looked down to see a long, lacey white dress.
“Wow is right!” I said.
“Grab my shoulders.” Lana said. We did.
Suddenly, we were in a long, light hallway that seemed like it went on forever. “Welcome to Angelopolis!” Lana said, “Your new home, with no foster families, and a place to start over.”

Lana
I stood there in my cap and gown, waiting to get my wings.
“Kathleen Zulie,”
I looked out to the crowd, and Juliet and Trevor waved at me. I waved back. Since they completed their training to become child/angel care specialists, they have wings, already. My training took a little longer, though.
“Laine Adams,”
But now, Im about to officially finish.
“Lana Runi.”