In my human past, I was a nobody. The only thing I had pride in was my family. I had a sister and a brother, a mother, and a father. We weren't rich but we weren't so poor that we couldn't afford what we needed.We we're in the lower middle class. I was always satisfied with what my family did but I wasn't ever satisfied with myself.

Though I had amazing grades I still felt as if I was missing something.

I was missing friends In middle school I tried to solve that by joining various clubs. Basketball, volleyball, Student Council, and various others. I always failed at sports, in all the teams I joined in we were average and we always "almost" won. We would do great but in the end we would lose by a few points. I felt as if I was bad luck.

My family was the only thing that really gave me joy. My sister who would always be rebelling in a minor way, my brother whom I loved dearly (but wasn't always received in welcome due to being "too clingy"), my mother who I thought was too religious and dedicated for her own good, and my father who never hurt me in any way. When I was with them I felt as

if I was truly alive.

I really have to thank my family because they gave me good morals and especially my mother who made me believe in God. If it wasn't for her, I really think I would be still stuck in purgatory, where God puts those who are neither bad nor good. But I'm in heaven, real heaven and I am a beautiful female angel.

I remember the day I died very clearly. I was just starting high school, aiming for a clean slate. My family had just moved and we we're barely getting settled in. It was a Saturday and I was alone in my house. My mom and brother had went to the stores for groceries. My sister was on a date with her boyfriend. My dad was working. I hated shopping, I would rather just stay by myself and read while laying down at home. My death was nothing cliché. No getting hit by a car or a bus. No pushing someone away from that mentioned car. Nothing heroic. Just pitiful, I died by breaking my head and falling down two sets of stairs. My future was actually quite promising. I had gotten a scholarship for high school, and if I continued to do well enough I would have a smooth ride for college.

When I was in my last moments I was unexpectedly calm, at first. But my last thoughts we're about my family. They had moved into a different state just for my sake and they had gotten new yet lesser paying jobs. They had spent so much for me to be there and I ruined it by stupidly falling down the stairs. That's when the waterworks started. I loved them so much, I didn't want to leave them so soon. I didn't curse God for my death, I accepted it. I had to.

I was no way near in any condition to be saved. In the end I just stayed there and gave up waiting for whatever waited for me at the tunnel, be it good or bad.

In the beginning when I came to heaven I didn't want to give in to sloth, my biggest sin. So, I decided to dedicate my life for the protection of others, like I had wish I did with my family. I would be a guardian angel. Surprisingly, I had to go to school, again. But it wasn't like any human schools it was different.

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We we're given different situations and asked how we would face them. If we got it wrong we we're shown how to resolve it and then we we're given a similar problem. It was actually quite easy and I passed with flying colors. Time felt very different up in heaven, everything went quickly. I was actually quite pleased about that, I never really

had that much patience or long-term will and drive.

I had a hard time adjusting to my wings and new appearance. I didn't look like your average angel. When we we're being judged and given our results I was given an option to choose my appearance. Most females would choose the average angel that people thought of on Earth. Blonde hair, blue eyes, white wings, skinny yet desirable frame. Not me.

My favorite color had always been black. So I decided to change things up a bit. I had black hair and blue eyes. Average angel wings black at the top going lighter into a shade of white at the bottom. I wore a blue dress that matched my eyes well and had a high angel bend the rules with me and make my halo grey. I'm actually really

proud of my appearance. But back to the main topic.

Very quickly I was given a person to protect. A newborn baby. I had honestly wished to protect my family but they were already taken. He was a male and his name was Aron. I was honestly quite excited to see him grow up and change over the years. Maybe I just wanted him to grow up to be better than I ever was.

For the first few years it was actually quite taxing. I got to say, hearing a baby's cry and being able to do nothing about it, it was quite annoying. The only way I would actually be able to effect him in any way was to use my spiritual energy to move objects or in dreams. I met him in my dreams every night, I gave him lessons and told him many things I hoped would stick to his mind. I wanted him to be righteous and honest. I wanted him to be experienced

and have knowledge in things.

Not many guardian angels did this and instead just spent their times doing other things while having something else monitor him and just give them a notice when trouble was coming. Most guardian angels had grown tired of just watching over things. But every newcomer was excited to start just like me. I hope that I never grow out of that feeling as time passes on. Sometimes, I understood that it could be boring. But I never gave up, startling myself. I was not the type for that kind of commitment in an way.

However, in my time with Aron that was not the thing that surprised me the most. That would come later on when he was a teenager. It was something that I, Clarisse, would give everything for.

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