Chapter 1

A Chapter by coolcat24

"It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly" - Ed Sheeran

I look at myself in the pink-plated mirror printed with sketch marks of profanities and "you are fat" statements. I wander my eyes at the girl in front of me. I look at her dark curly hair cascading down to her mid-back. Her heart shaped face with sorrow filled eyes never finding perfection. Her sharp pointed nose when compared with millions of other girls seems perfect but never to her. I touch my lips falsely glossed with the broken down chap stick.

I divert my eyes lower to her neck noticing her model neck with some scars from her child-hood remarks. They were carved with memories consisting of pain and happiness. I sigh before smoothing my pink flowered dress and matched them with low light brown boots. I turn around before grabbing my school one-shoulder bag and running to catch the public bus.

I step on the bus to greet the merrily, happy driver. He is about 60 years old but always had a warm smile on his face.

The smile that raises a feeling of happiness inside me.

He didn't know it, but he made my day more than most people in my life.

I sit beside a window seat looking at the rushing New York City traffic. I gaze at the sun rising it's way into the sky. The sight is beautiful. The sun-rise is my favorite part of the day. I love riding on the bus. It is my serne place filled with no drama. Just silence and it isn't awkward silence. The silence that is comfortable.

My school is twenty miles away from home but no one knew that. They just rode in their Mercedes and BMW's imported directly from Germany. Their hair was trimmed by the high-styling barbers and clothes designed by fashion designers. My ordinary dress is not fit for a high fit school and I knew that. But it is the only thing I can afford. It is from a normal store unlike the high priced dresses and suits they wore.

I am interrupted by a screeching sound. I look directly at the door to see a rushing teenager looking through his dark blue backpack. I never seen another teenager get on a public school where the only stops were the train-station and my school. Is he new?

I crinkle by my dark brown roughly trimmed eye-brows wondering who could it be? He turns around showing his frame. He had football player huge shoulders ironically to his skinny body frame. His dark black hair is combed like a rooster. I chuckle at my comparison attracting attention from the teenager. He lifts his head to look into my dark green eyes with a small smile on his face.

I shift uncomfortably in the seat and looked around uncertainly. Was he smiling at me? I look at my bag before I heard the slight noise of footsteps approaching. I shift my gaze towards the rustic floor noticing a pair of rainbow socks with dark blue crocs on.

I smile slowly to myself before rising my head up imprinting the image of the boy who stood before me. This guy is not normal, but who am I to say that? I wasn't either. I am not beautiful nor normal like the other girls in my school.

I hear an angelic voice hovering me out of my thoughts "may I sit here?" I look up hearing his hoarse beautiful voice. Who knew such simple words could sound so harmonious? As if he was reading my thoughts, he gives me a small smirk and sits next to me too close.

I scoot further away to the cold window pane breaking up the small distance between us. He scoots in closer getting himself too comfortable. I groan in frustration lightly before looking out the window.

"Did you say something?" I turn my attention to him to see his pink, chapped lips turning into a small frown. I look into his pool of eyes reminding me of a jungle filled with concern. He actually cares for me? I shake away the implausible thoughts out of my head before answering his question.

"Umm...no." I answer slowly before turning my head back to the window.

"You aren't much of a talker, are you?" I slightly groan inside my head due to frustration because of his annoying curiosity. Does he not understand I don't want to talk? The annoying little voice bursts into my head saying "it's because no one talks to you, right?" I ignore the voice, and I tried to ignore him.

After a few minutes, I feel a finger on my shoulder. I look side-ways to the finger on my right shoulder noticing it could only be the only devil,him. I slowly raise my neck looking at him with a hardened glare that would even make thedevilcry.

Too badly...it didn't.

He looks at me with the face of a monkey. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was in a big O shape and I started chuckling out loud. It was the first time after a long time I start laughing. I start laughing washing away the daily expectations, the sadness and the cruel world.

And the worst part is it felt good.

I slowly drop down to Earth noticing I gained the attention of some of the folks in the bus. I am mainly concerned with the teenager beside me. I look at his captivating face noticing a small smile appear. He tilts his head like a cute little puppy before speaking.

"You are beautiful when you laugh. I-I-I mean...you are just really beautiful." I turn my head towards the window. I didn't think he would think of me as "beautiful". He must be really blind not to see all the girls surrounding me. They are more "model" like than me. They have tall legs to lure guys in. They have a skinny frame to pull guys in and there's me.

A nobody without a life.

My second thoughts were if he was normal. I mean, is he really that blind? Could he not see them? I think he's from some other alien world. Probably, an alien world consisting of more ugly people than me.

"A thank you would be nice." I look at him with crinkled eye-brows before looking at the boring sight through the window.I knew it was rude to not answer him but I didn’t have anything to say. I am just hoping the more I ignore him, the more he would dislike me and gradually stop talking to me.

However, that seems a long way off right now.

“You aren’t a talker. Are you?” I nod my head as “no” while staring at the rushing trees before me.

“I have an idea!” He exclaims out loud raising my curiosity. I look within my pherpherial vision to see him taking out a piece of paper from his backpack. I sigh out loud at his new idea. He can’t just leave me alone, can he?

He scribbles something down and throws it lightly in my lap. I stare at the paper for a few minutes hoping it would poof out like the boy beside me. As much as I wanted that wish, it didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted to.

So I hopelessly picked up the paper looking at his scribbled hand-writing.

Hey,

My name is Andy. What’s yours angel?

I look at the question one more time. More specifically, I am looking at the last word in the question. Why would he call me that? I decided to ignore it and wrote my name.

It’s Julie.

I look at the note one more time debating if I should write more or leave it like that. I decide simple is the best answer. He suddenly grabs the paper and started scribbling on the paper. I decide to give him some privacy and turn my head to the dreading window. It takes him a few minutes before he finally threw the paper in my lap again.

You can write more. I won’t bite. But since you won’t, I will tell you a bit about me. I love ice-cream. My favorite type is cookies and cream. What’s yours?

I never had ice-cream. I wonder what it tastes like. My family is not really rich enough to buy desserts so I never tried it. I read back to reading the slip of paper.

I love star-gazing too. I love the stars. They are so beautiful. What do you like?

After a minute of scribbling down some answers, I look at the paper before me.

I never had ice-cream Andy. L So I don’t know what I like. I love the stars too.

I hand the paper back to Andy. His eyes double in size and I couldn’t help wonder why. Does he think I am weird? Probably so. However, that shouldn't affect me but it does. Just the thought of him considering me as "weird" bangs pain into my heart. He starts writing down something in a fast pace. Before I realize, he holds out the paper for me.

I hesitantly take it and start reading through his message.

I will treat you ice-cream if you like. Just say a time and place.

The one sentence rose my heart-beat. How ironic? Nobody every asked to hang out with me. I didn't know if it was for the fact I didn't talk to anyone or they simply didn't like me. I think it's the latter. I just simply replied:

Maybe some time. My stop is coming up.

I scold myself at myself for saying only short sentences. No wonder people don't want to hang out with me.

The bus-driver announces "Ivy League Prep school's stop." I look to my side to see Andy in deep thought. Should I say a simple "bye"? I poke him on his shoulder before signaling him to get from his seat so I could go.

Yah, I know.

Pretty Stupid.

He looks through one of the window and gets up before taking one of my hands and slipping the paper in my hand. He closes his eyes softly and gives me a small smile.

The bus driver shouts my stop again noticing I didn't move from my stop. I recurently move my feet before stopping and turning around to look at Andy. Does he not go to the same school as me?

As if he could read my mind, he shakes his head as no and sits back down.That's weird. Then, why did he ride this bus? I must ask him the next time I see him. He really is weird. But isn't everybody else? I cautiously go down the stairs and onto the cement sidewalk.

I hear the noise of the roaring engine bursting back to life as the bus moves past and couldn't help wonder when I will see Andy again. I remember his paper between my fingers and slowly open my hand to look at it. He neatly folded it like a cube shape.

I unwrap the paper noticing his freshly written penmanship. I notice it's better than most boys. I skim my eyes through the paper. He wrote:

Dear Julie,

You are right. I am not normal. I am an angel trying to help a sweet girl like you and delivering a message. It's from God.

You are beautiful Julie. I know, because I made you.

-God

I couldn't agree more. You are beautiful Julie and if you ever need me. Just say this out loud: "Andy, the super sexy angel, save me sexy god-like." ;)

-Andy,

Your sexy angel

P.S. - Just say Andy. No need to add the sexiness. I already know I am. ;)

I couldn't help wonder if what he really said was true. Was he really an angel from heaven or acted like one?

"For angels to fly

An angel will die

Covered in white" - Ed Sheeran

I started working on this novel in August. I finally decided to publish it. I think this is one of my serious novels. This story is more than a love story. It's about hardships, fate, obstacles and tears, my friend. I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter of it for now. :)