My mother sat us down at a table underneath a skylight. It's nice of her to remember I love looking at the night sky, especially at a full moon. There's a full moon out today, speaking of which.
"Dear, you can have anything you want today," says my mother with her loud voice. Now everyone around me will think I'm a slob or something. Thanks mom.
"What about me mom? Can I have anything too?" Asks my younger brother Louie. He's so cute.
My mother laughs slightly, "No, today is Hettie's birthday, remember?"
"Oh ya..." Louie says with a look of wonder on his face. Man is he adorable. I bet the neighboring tables are constantly glancing at him and his cuteness.
We sit at the table for a bit, making random conversation about robots and gophers. Then we talk about robot gophers. Finally our waiter arrives, he's dressed in a black and white suit and has highly oiled hair. He looks down at us, "Hello, I'm Greg and I'll be your waiter. May I take your order?"
We order. Louie takes the children's menu and orders spaghetti and some water. I order more then I usually do, like two meals worth. My mother orders herring and wine. Greg takes our order with dull nods before leaving for the kitchen when we're done.
Suddenly, the room goes quiet. Except for one table, nearby the kitchen, where there is some sort of argument going on.
I stand up and watch. Six kids seated at one table are having talking with a waiter and some important looking guy, presumably the manager. I can pick up a few lines.
"...you would be happier in some other restaurant. Broadway is nearby." The manger said with Patience.
"No freaking duh." One of the girls at the table said. She looked about 15.
"What's happening?" My mother asked nervously. She was always a nervous person.
"Some kids are having a fight with the management about places to eat or something. Let me listen," I practically snapped at my mother. Call me rude, but I was interested in listening in on them right now.
Something was now happening. I glanced over to the table where the kids were sitting. Something had happened, Something important. The girl who was previously talking had just slammed a bowl of olive oil on the waiter, who was looking very shocked. The girl then stood on her chair and unfurled from under jacket her-
No wait.
That's not right. No one has-
Wings. She flew up to the high ceiling and circled.
The rest of the kids joined her.
It was not right.
Angels. They had to be angels. Except angels weren't real.
I must have gone crazy.
All around me, cameras are going of. My mother is snapping pictures every second.
Louie is gaping at them.
I watch as they circle on more time, then one of them points.
At the skylight right above me.
They're going to fly through it.
They do, and glass rains down. A piece of glass has hit my arm, and I'm bleeding.
The angels fly on, disappearing into the night.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to fly, in the future. I could properly stargaze, among the stars. I've never really thought about flying, but now I realize I want to fly. I also realize I need a new shirt, as my pretty white blouse has been ruined by my blood. I pull the glass shard out, it's only a small fragment.
"Who were they?" My brother asks.
"Good question," I answer. Or more like wonder. I'll never really know the answer, after all.
Angels are always disappearing, at least in the stories.
I hope the stories are wrong.