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May the Angel Spread his Wings
Coming to Washington, Abby didn't expect much. One day though she watched the news with her parents, seeing a runaway named Angel. What was just a pic of a sexy guy on a screen soon got a bit more ...
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Laying in bed, I glare up at my plain white ceiling, just awaking out of the abyss of my dream world. My ceiling looks so lifeless... Especially in the dark. What I wouldn't give to put a bunch of clear hooks up there and hang butterflies and plastic upside down flowers from them. My room would look much more... me. I wonder why I haven't unpacked most of my things yet. I have been here for over a month. I guess Seattle isn't so bad and it is a lot better than Arcadia, Florida' which happens to be the most dead town in the entire state. It rains almost daily here, so I'm more than happy. Speaking of rain, I can hear the pitter-patter on the window right above the bed I'm currently sprawled out on. So calming... The street light right by my window makes the raindrops look like little gems swirling to the asphalt.
"Abigail! The pizza is here!" My mother shouts to me from down stairs.
"Yes mum! I'll be down in a moment!" I yell back to her.
Thanks to her and my father I have a strong British accent. My mom, Kate and my dad, Oliver were both born and raised in London. I do wonder what it would've been like to live there... I ponder as I slip out of my sky blue sundress. Would the air be more crisp? Would the streets smell like tea and pastries if you went to the city? Were the buildings old fashioned and Victorian style like in all the movies? What color is the water? More green or more blue? Do they have seagulls? One day I will find out. I drop my silky, white, night gown over my head and shake my hips a bit so it falls in place correctly. At that I walk out of my room, already able to smell the delightful scent of the supreme pizza.
As I'm walking down the steps I admire the house with curious eyes, noticing that my parents must have set to work in the decor of the new house. The once barren cream walls are now speckled with hanging baby grass colored candles that created an apple-like smell with the pizza one. The oak stairs are now shiny and smell of lemon so mum must have polished them. At the end of the steps I caught site of the living room. A golden, metal, bonsai tree sculpture is hanging right above the couch. Speaking of the couch, it is jade in color, with little bronze studs tracing the arm rests. The other walls have paintings of sunflowers in the rain. Obviously my mum was the one to be in charge of decorating. All I recognize of my poor daddy's is his God forsaken flat screen television hanging on the opposing wall to the golden tree. Overall it worked like a jigsaw puzzle. The pale greens, golds, and ivory walls, and pearly shag carpet... It really is breath taking. Another waft of the pizza scent breaks me away from my admiration of the living room.
I notice then that my mother is walking into the room with two yellow plates, each having two slices of pizza and cheesy stick. Me and my mum are very alike in our habits. Not only do we eat about the same amount of food, but we both are told we eat like birds. Maybe that's why the both of us are so tiny. We are probably on the edge of being overly nutritional, but because when we celebrate an accomplishment we veg out on pop and other fatty foods, we barely escape that category. Soon following her is my father with his own plate with double the food of ours on it. It's a wonder to me how he remains in such good shape for his age of 43. He is the exact opposite of my mum and I in eating habits. He seems a lot more like a dog with his steak than a bird.
"Abby will you please take your plate? It is killing my wrist. It will probably be hot to bite into. Pan pizza." my mum says with a smile.
"Yes mum. Thank you for getting my pizza for me. Hello daddy!" I say and curtsy to them both before taking my plate from my mum who nods to me in response. Another thing, my parents raised me to be very proper and well mannered, very lady-like and kind to everyone even if they are rude to me.
"Hello sweetie. How was your nine hour long nap, hmm?" He asks while setting up all of our T.V. trays.
"It was... nice. I had a dream we had pool..." I say suggestively with a small grin.
"Nice try Abigail. We're not getting a pool you funny goose." My dad says while rolling his eyes at me slightly.
"It's silly goose dad..." I correct him politely, sitting down at my tray now setting down my plate.
"It is the same difference you know!" He defends, sitting next to my mum and biting into his pizza slice before pulling away from it quickly. "Oh my God! That is hot! Ow." he says, rushing to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
"Oliver, I told you it was going to be hot!" My mum shouts out to him looking very amused at his misfortune.
"I know that Kate, but I was hungry!" My dad responds while walking back into the room with his water cup, throwing my mum and me apple juice boxes.
"Oh Ollie I know! You haven't eaten in a good 30 minutes now!" My mum says while pretending to gasp in utter shock.
"Wow dad. You've really out done yourself." I say with a small smirk.
"Oh would you both be quiet! I'm a man. I need my food to protect the two of you if some asshole tries to break in and hurt you." He replies simply, glaring at the two of us who are just now taking our first bites.
"Daddy you know we love you!" I say giggling slightly.
"Yes dear, we are only trying to make you angry." Mum says and winks over at him, whom just pokes his tongue out at her.
"This pizza is spectacular!" I exclaim suddenly. I couldn't lie here. The cheese is so gooey and the toppings and sauce aren't overflowing. "Where did we get it from?"
"We got it from Mary-Annes Merry Pizza." Mum responds. "It's a local pizza shop about 10 minutes from here." I lift my eyebrow up at the name.
"Well... That's... Fancy..." I say with a shrug and continue nibbling on the pizza, all of us almost done now.
With the conversation finally having died down, the remains of cheesy bread disappeared quickly. Noting my parents were both done with their dishes, I stack their plates on mine and take them in to the kitchen. The kitchen had the same color scheme as the rest of the house and with an island stove and cutting station. Setting the plates on the creamy granite counter, I open the dishwasher and fit them in and close the door. When did we get that? I think as I notice there is a gold apple vine lining the ceiling of the entire kitchen.
"You guys did a great job decorating!" I shout as I hear the sound of the television flick on and the news comes on. Walking back out to join the parents with curiosity on what is currently happening around here, I take a seat next to my mum.
"Thank you very much Abby dear. We worked hard on it today." Mum says smiling.
"Today and young man by the name of Angel Prince Knightly has been reported to have run away from home. Angel is 17 years old and this is his most recent photo from about two weeks ago." The news reporter says, catching my attention quickly.
A picture of a boy appears on the screen. Oh my... He's.... Cute... I think as I analyze the photo. I love the way his deep chocolate hair cascades messily into his eyes, creating a sort of mysterious look... maybe doubled with that almost cocky grin it makes him look more like a rebel. However, what really catches my attention is his eyes... They're like extremely high priced emeralds... So clear, lustrous, and believe it or not innocent looking. They tilt up at outer end slightly, taking on an ovular shape, making them look like gems beneath his thick, long eyelashes. His nose is long and slightly narrow, but comes out in a perfect, half inch long, curve at the tip. His lips look so... kissable... Every feature on him seems to only compliment his snowy white skin looking like it would be like touching silk. Wow... Is all that comes to my mind.
"Angel is said to be six foot three inches tall, 234 lbs, with the birth date of December 14th, 1993, and disappeared about two days ago. If you see this boy please contact the Seattle Police Department. Thank you. Over to you Annemarie." The man finishes.
He's a run away? I wonder why. Maybe he's abused, or his parents are trying to force him into what they wanted to be. Maybe there's no reason. Maybe he just needed to escape reality. He just seems to spark so much interest to me... In only one picture and news story, I wish to dig deeper, really know him to the core. So all I have to say is that if I ever run into him, I've got a million questions.
"Abby honey it's 11:00. You should head back to bed." My dad says over the television.
"Yes sir. I will. Good night mum. Good night daddy. I love you." I say as I stand to my feet, stretching out like a cat.
"I love you too sweet pea." The two of them say in unison and wave me off.
I turn and start up the steps of the stairs until I finally make it to the top and into my room. Have I mentioned how bland it is? I only have my Bamboo dressers and nightstand set up and my gold framed bed. At least my comforter adds some life to it, which is detailed to be a scenic picture of Mount Fuji covered in snow with a pale blue sky above it in the background, and two Cherry Blossom trees from the mid-trunk up as the main focus. The pillow shams are made of milky pink satin, the edges thinly lined with white lace, and sheets to match. I pull my blankets back and slip into bed, then enveloping myself in their warmth. As I close my eyes the image of Angel enters my mind with no sad feelings. So beautiful he is... I think to myself over and over again in place of counting sheep, and soon I drift off into my own peaceful slumber.
AN: Yes this is going to start slow. I want to be published one day jumping too fast can hinder those chances. Thank you.
"Abigail! The pizza is here!" My mother shouts to me from down stairs.
"Yes mum! I'll be down in a moment!" I yell back to her.
Thanks to her and my father I have a strong British accent. My mom, Kate and my dad, Oliver were both born and raised in London. I do wonder what it would've been like to live there... I ponder as I slip out of my sky blue sundress. Would the air be more crisp? Would the streets smell like tea and pastries if you went to the city? Were the buildings old fashioned and Victorian style like in all the movies? What color is the water? More green or more blue? Do they have seagulls? One day I will find out. I drop my silky, white, night gown over my head and shake my hips a bit so it falls in place correctly. At that I walk out of my room, already able to smell the delightful scent of the supreme pizza.
As I'm walking down the steps I admire the house with curious eyes, noticing that my parents must have set to work in the decor of the new house. The once barren cream walls are now speckled with hanging baby grass colored candles that created an apple-like smell with the pizza one. The oak stairs are now shiny and smell of lemon so mum must have polished them. At the end of the steps I caught site of the living room. A golden, metal, bonsai tree sculpture is hanging right above the couch. Speaking of the couch, it is jade in color, with little bronze studs tracing the arm rests. The other walls have paintings of sunflowers in the rain. Obviously my mum was the one to be in charge of decorating. All I recognize of my poor daddy's is his God forsaken flat screen television hanging on the opposing wall to the golden tree. Overall it worked like a jigsaw puzzle. The pale greens, golds, and ivory walls, and pearly shag carpet... It really is breath taking. Another waft of the pizza scent breaks me away from my admiration of the living room.
I notice then that my mother is walking into the room with two yellow plates, each having two slices of pizza and cheesy stick. Me and my mum are very alike in our habits. Not only do we eat about the same amount of food, but we both are told we eat like birds. Maybe that's why the both of us are so tiny. We are probably on the edge of being overly nutritional, but because when we celebrate an accomplishment we veg out on pop and other fatty foods, we barely escape that category. Soon following her is my father with his own plate with double the food of ours on it. It's a wonder to me how he remains in such good shape for his age of 43. He is the exact opposite of my mum and I in eating habits. He seems a lot more like a dog with his steak than a bird.
"Abby will you please take your plate? It is killing my wrist. It will probably be hot to bite into. Pan pizza." my mum says with a smile.
"Yes mum. Thank you for getting my pizza for me. Hello daddy!" I say and curtsy to them both before taking my plate from my mum who nods to me in response. Another thing, my parents raised me to be very proper and well mannered, very lady-like and kind to everyone even if they are rude to me.
"Hello sweetie. How was your nine hour long nap, hmm?" He asks while setting up all of our T.V. trays.
"It was... nice. I had a dream we had pool..." I say suggestively with a small grin.
"Nice try Abigail. We're not getting a pool you funny goose." My dad says while rolling his eyes at me slightly.
"It's silly goose dad..." I correct him politely, sitting down at my tray now setting down my plate.
"It is the same difference you know!" He defends, sitting next to my mum and biting into his pizza slice before pulling away from it quickly. "Oh my God! That is hot! Ow." he says, rushing to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
"Oliver, I told you it was going to be hot!" My mum shouts out to him looking very amused at his misfortune.
"I know that Kate, but I was hungry!" My dad responds while walking back into the room with his water cup, throwing my mum and me apple juice boxes.
"Oh Ollie I know! You haven't eaten in a good 30 minutes now!" My mum says while pretending to gasp in utter shock.
"Wow dad. You've really out done yourself." I say with a small smirk.
"Oh would you both be quiet! I'm a man. I need my food to protect the two of you if some asshole tries to break in and hurt you." He replies simply, glaring at the two of us who are just now taking our first bites.
"Daddy you know we love you!" I say giggling slightly.
"Yes dear, we are only trying to make you angry." Mum says and winks over at him, whom just pokes his tongue out at her.
"This pizza is spectacular!" I exclaim suddenly. I couldn't lie here. The cheese is so gooey and the toppings and sauce aren't overflowing. "Where did we get it from?"
"We got it from Mary-Annes Merry Pizza." Mum responds. "It's a local pizza shop about 10 minutes from here." I lift my eyebrow up at the name.
"Well... That's... Fancy..." I say with a shrug and continue nibbling on the pizza, all of us almost done now.
With the conversation finally having died down, the remains of cheesy bread disappeared quickly. Noting my parents were both done with their dishes, I stack their plates on mine and take them in to the kitchen. The kitchen had the same color scheme as the rest of the house and with an island stove and cutting station. Setting the plates on the creamy granite counter, I open the dishwasher and fit them in and close the door. When did we get that? I think as I notice there is a gold apple vine lining the ceiling of the entire kitchen.
"You guys did a great job decorating!" I shout as I hear the sound of the television flick on and the news comes on. Walking back out to join the parents with curiosity on what is currently happening around here, I take a seat next to my mum.
"Thank you very much Abby dear. We worked hard on it today." Mum says smiling.
"Today and young man by the name of Angel Prince Knightly has been reported to have run away from home. Angel is 17 years old and this is his most recent photo from about two weeks ago." The news reporter says, catching my attention quickly.
A picture of a boy appears on the screen. Oh my... He's.... Cute... I think as I analyze the photo. I love the way his deep chocolate hair cascades messily into his eyes, creating a sort of mysterious look... maybe doubled with that almost cocky grin it makes him look more like a rebel. However, what really catches my attention is his eyes... They're like extremely high priced emeralds... So clear, lustrous, and believe it or not innocent looking. They tilt up at outer end slightly, taking on an ovular shape, making them look like gems beneath his thick, long eyelashes. His nose is long and slightly narrow, but comes out in a perfect, half inch long, curve at the tip. His lips look so... kissable... Every feature on him seems to only compliment his snowy white skin looking like it would be like touching silk. Wow... Is all that comes to my mind.
"Angel is said to be six foot three inches tall, 234 lbs, with the birth date of December 14th, 1993, and disappeared about two days ago. If you see this boy please contact the Seattle Police Department. Thank you. Over to you Annemarie." The man finishes.
He's a run away? I wonder why. Maybe he's abused, or his parents are trying to force him into what they wanted to be. Maybe there's no reason. Maybe he just needed to escape reality. He just seems to spark so much interest to me... In only one picture and news story, I wish to dig deeper, really know him to the core. So all I have to say is that if I ever run into him, I've got a million questions.
"Abby honey it's 11:00. You should head back to bed." My dad says over the television.
"Yes sir. I will. Good night mum. Good night daddy. I love you." I say as I stand to my feet, stretching out like a cat.
"I love you too sweet pea." The two of them say in unison and wave me off.
I turn and start up the steps of the stairs until I finally make it to the top and into my room. Have I mentioned how bland it is? I only have my Bamboo dressers and nightstand set up and my gold framed bed. At least my comforter adds some life to it, which is detailed to be a scenic picture of Mount Fuji covered in snow with a pale blue sky above it in the background, and two Cherry Blossom trees from the mid-trunk up as the main focus. The pillow shams are made of milky pink satin, the edges thinly lined with white lace, and sheets to match. I pull my blankets back and slip into bed, then enveloping myself in their warmth. As I close my eyes the image of Angel enters my mind with no sad feelings. So beautiful he is... I think to myself over and over again in place of counting sheep, and soon I drift off into my own peaceful slumber.
AN: Yes this is going to start slow. I want to be published one day jumping too fast can hinder those chances. Thank you.
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