A/N: Sorry I know the paragraphs are a bit chunky here, normally I don't do this much since I know I hate reading them like this. And I know this ones short. But I gotta start somewhere Review please?
Meet the Angel
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?
I was twelve when I had first met Baby Firefly. That was the day that would set the path for the rest of my life, although I had no idea at the time. We lived in a shitty town in the backwoods of Texas, in a shitty old house, with a buncha shitty people. But there wasn't really anything better around for a kid without any parents in a place like this. So there I was, stuck in the depths of Hunners Foster care center in the middle of the sticks.
It wasn't like I minded it that much, the old couple who ran the place didn't give two shits on what any of us did, so we just took care of ourselves. Normally, I would go out into the woods by the nearby lake and sit there for the whole day, climbing trees and other kid crap. If I wasn't there I'd be home reading, drawing, or just laying down daydreaming. Not playin with them other kids. Not studying. Not doin anything that would help nobody.
I wasn't nothing special.
But then I had met her.
Just like any other day I went down to the lake and lolled around, but this time I wasn't alone. There was a tall blonde girl a few meters away, and we sat behind the nearest tree and hid behind them. Maybe not so much hid like you would think in fear, but like a hunter would watching a deer from afar. There we sat, for what seemed like hours, just staring. But then she stepped out, and I noticed she was about my age.
Her blonde hair reached to about her bellybutton and she had short jean shorts on with a white top. For someone our age she certainly beautiful, her perfect complexion, slightly tanned skin, and long legs. I couldn't help but instantly hate her in jealousy. But of course I wouldn't admit that to myself.
At that age I had been quite awkward, decently tall and hadn't yet lost all the baby fat in my cheeks, dirty blonde hair which dried frizzy normally, so I had it pulled back tightly in a French braid. And I always wore messed up jeans with a t-shirt or somethin stupid like that.
"Hey!" the angel girl called.
I was afraid to answer. Back then I wasn't too ballsy, which is surprising compared to now that someone like me could ever be like that.
"Hey, I'm talkin to you girl," she walked closer. "What's your name? I'm Baby."
I walked out from behind my tree, now exposed.
Baby smiled, "Atta girl, don't be shy of me. I like you. I don't like people too often, but I know when I do like someone."
"I'm Emily," I muttered.
"Emily," she closed the distance between us. "We're gonna be good friends."
