Its something that popped in my head. So forgive me if it is not good. ;P Nothing good pops in my head.. LOL.
Disclaimer: I really don't own anything.. ;P
A boy six years of age was sitting on the edge of the street and was crying. It was Halloween, you see, and he was trick or treating when a couple of guys ganged up on him and bullied him and took his candies.
"This is not fair." He mumbled.
"My mommy said that good boys have good and happy lives. I am good boy." He said wiping the tears with his black sleeves. "But why did that happen."
He then remembered his mom saying that whenever your sad God will bring your guardian angel to make you happy.
"If you're there God, can you please send me my guardian angel to make me feel better."
He made his wish and brought his hands to his face when he heard someone behind him.
"Hey, why are you crying?"
He looked behind and saw a girl about his age wearing an angel costume.
He was, to say the least, shock. Who would have thought that God would bring you your guardian angel. He quickly wiped his nose with his sleeves, "Some boys took my candy." He said between sobs.
The girl just stared at him. He wiped the excess tears in his eyes and begin to stare back at her. Her blue eyes versus his brown eyes. But eventually the brown ones lost.
The girl wore a proud smirk on her face, "My mommy said that boys don't cry." She slowly said as she put her fingers in her chin. "Hmm, dork."
God, you have a mean angel. "My mommy said that its very disrespectful to call people mean names." Tears are now long gone and was replace by an intense glare.
Unfazed by his eyes, she just wore that proud smirk, "Even if its mean, its the truth."
"But I'm not a dork!"
"If you're not a dork then why did those guys took your candy?" She asked sitting next to the Dracula costumed boy.
"Because they're big meanies!"
"Yup, they are. And they see you as an easy target, so that makes you a dork."
"But.. But, that doesn't make any sense." He argued.
"And but doesn't make any sense too." She said.
"For an angel, you sure are mean." He said quietly.
But she heard. "Being honest is not being mean. My daddy said that honesty is the best thing we can ever give and those people who don't, well, I... Uhm, I kinda forget whats next. It was kinda long." She replied as she scratch her head.
"But... Still you didn't have to call me that. I just wanted some candy." He took a heavy sigh and put his chin in his hands.
She then grabbed her pumpkin head bag and dangled it in front of the boy. "Here, I'll share with you."
Dumbfounded, he was just staring at the strange pumpkin head and looking back at the mean angel, as he described.
"Come on just gets some." She smiled.
'She has a nice smile, heh, now she looks like an angel.' He thought as he stared.
All of a sudden a hand collided with his head. "Ow!"
"Quit staring and just get some candy." She was now sucking on a lollipop.
"Geez, you are a mean angel." His hands rambled inside the pumpkin head and retrieved some candy. "But, thanks for making me smile."
"I'm Freddie. What's yours?"
"Mines Sam."
There is my attempt at something. LOL. Rock on people.