I timidly studied the imposing man in front of me. Even though he was my grandfather, he still scared the hooey out of me. I was trying to tell him what had happened when I died, but, obviously, it wasn’t working too well. First off, I kept forgetting that he had been dead for fourteen years. (He died when I was four.) So, that meant he couldn’t remember the feeling of one’s foot falling asleep, or being cold, even though he had lived in Wisconsin most of his life, too. Second, I couldn’t remember anything but a dinky little paragraph. I mean, you would think your death would be such a momentous occasion... you’d remember it forever. Then again, with my memory span, I’m surprised I remembered what I had for my last breakfast. Oh, well.
Lucy, we need to get you on your first assignment. It will definitely be an interesting one, seeing as how He wants you to pose as Guardian Angel to a certain teen-ager. I, for one, don’t really think He should be sending a green angel out for the position of Guardian, but I can’t really argue with God, Grandpa thought, casually rifling through some official-looking papers.
For some reason, I don’t like the sound of this, I thought nervously. I mean, I don’t know the first thing about being a guardian angel.
Guardian Angel There was some difference between the way I thought it and the way he thought it, but I didn’t quite catch it until he explained: If you’re a Guardian Angel, then you have a specific title. If you’re simply talking about a guardian angel, then you could be talking about anyone. Do you know what I mean now, Lucy? I nodded, my mind still drawing a blank. Grandpa sighed heavily. You can’t lie up here, you know. Just think of it as your title. You can be as picky or as lenient as you want, but think of it as your title, okay? I nodded resignedly, deciding to just go with the flow for as long as I could before he read my mind again. I was beginning to get annoyed with that. Deal with it. Grandpa actually let a roguish smile loose, but he checked it immediately when he realized what he was doing.
Do I get a partner or something? I inquired, stretching hard. I squealed aloud when my body began contorting out of its normal proportions. Hey..... I can make myself taller!!!! Without losing any mass!!! YES!!!! Grandpa actually laughed as I began experimenting with my new-found elasticity. So what else can I do that you haven’t quite told me about? I lounged on the couch, now 5’7" instead of 5’3", and waited for a response.
You can fly. You can conjure. You can adjust reality, but that’s only allowed in extreme cases when something is happening that you truly feel shouldn’t. However, the final decision is up to Him. It’s almost instantaneous now, because you can freeze time and whatnot. Just be glad you don’t have to go through all the papers and forms that I used to five or six years ago. I was starting to dread a "When I was as new an angel as you are" story. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t have been that kind of a grandpa if I hadn’t been called to be an angel. I would’ve taken you fishing and told you all sorts of things you wanted to hear. My eyes teared up fiercely and I stood.
I’d like to leave, please. Don’t I have some reading to do? On my charge, or whatever you want to call him? I roughly wiped my overflowing eyes, but it didn’t do much good. I was still getting all weepy and hated it. I’ll see you later, okay? Granpda faded out and a huge tome appeared in my arms. The booming noise of my body--and the book--hitting the floor resounded in the white, enclosed room we were in. Ow...
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