I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.

~Kelly Clarkson

Yeah, when my world is falling apart. When there's no light to break up the dark. That's when I, I, I look at you.

~ Miley Cyrus

Chapter 1~ The Angel that Came

"Looks like it's going to be sunny out today, don't you think?" The captain said as soft, blue waves made impact with the boat. I nodded happily in agreement as I stared out to the vast ocean. I was always amazed by how the Earth had so many wonderful features on it. The cool waters gleamed as the sun shone down on it. The gentle wind blew out at us as if in a welcome. I looked up at the white clouds. It was so creative, so unique how each cloud had its own form. One cloud was different from the other following it. Warm sunlight hit my face and I smiled. We never had anything like this back home.

"You see anything interesting, Ms. Angela?" Captain Pascal chuckled as I quickly looked at him a bit startled, not aware of how much time was going by as I watched the clouds walk the sky. His blue coat was gently flapping in the breeze as he studied my face. The boat gently rocked back and forth as I stared in the distance.

"When's your birthday?" The captain suddenly asked as if trying to start a conversation with me.

"What?" I asked, dreading the question. How was I supposed to answer that question? How am I going to respond? Oh, you see, we angels don't have birthdays so I can't really answer that.

"What season were you born?" The man asked again, with just a hint of annoyance. I quickly spoke the first season that came to mind.

"Winter. I was born in Winter." I said nervously, hoping that he didn't suspect that I made it up. Fortunately, he didn't and smiled at my response.

"I always loved Winter. The season where everyone gets together and celebrates the coming of a new year…" The captain said with a misty look in his aging eyes. I saw people every Winter, from up above, getting together at the end of the season to celebrate and make goals for the new year. I always wanted to be a part of that. I wonder if I will here. In the distance I saw a tiny island, gradually becoming larger as we sailed closer. Suddenly I felt a rush of nervousness envelop my body. What am I going to do when I get there? Will I have to build my own home from scratch? What if someone suspects I'm different? What will I do then? I clutched the railing of the ship tightly until I saw my knuckles turn a snowy white; I earned another chuckle from the captain.

"Don't worry. They'll take care of you over there. The island is quite friendly and the mayor will treat you well." Captain Pascal said reassuringly. I nodded weakly at him as the island came in full view. The island was beautiful, many rainbows were scattered across the island as if in welcome. The place looked serene and tranquil. My hair was ruffled from being tossed by the wind and I frantically smoothed it out. I hope nobody asks me any difficulty questions. I'm a bad liar, naturally. I hope nobody gets a glimpse of my well concealed wings that are folded against my back. It's pretty difficult to tell since they're so paper thin. Suddenly we hit a bit hard that brought me back to reality. We docked onto the island. My hands quickly became shaky as I stepped off the ship. Awaiting me was a plump man with gray hair and an advanced face that says the he has seen many things throughout his years.

"Hello, Ms. Angela. Welcome to Waffle Island!" The man said blissfully. "My name is Hamilton, I am the mayor here." He extended his hand, waiting for me to politely shake it. I do so. He had a strong grip for a man of his years. "Well we aren't quite done creating your house so your welcome to stay at the Sundae Inn for a while." He said nicely. So they are making a house for me? Yay! I thought I was going to have to make it myself. I threw Hamilton a grateful smile as began to lead me through the town. I saw a tailor shop that looked like they were selling clothes and hats for the winter. A mischievous little girl with pink hair pulled into two cute pigtails wearing a frilly pinkish-white dress stared at me like she was waiting for the right moment to strike. Next to her stood a shy girl with long, blue hair and bangs that slightly covered her kind, ocean blue eyes. She shyly waved a hand at me at me. Her aura was very pleasant I couldn't resist but give her a smile in response. She turned away as if she did something wrong and went inside the tailor shop. Um. What did I do? Suddenly the pink haired girl was standing in front of me waving her hands furiously, trying to get my attention.

"Hey! Hello? Is anyone in there?" She said with irritation in her voice. "You look like you need fashionable clothing! Come inside, my grandma will measure you!" She took my hand started to pull me toward the shop. I looked at the mayor nervously.

"Um, Luna, this is Angela," He said pointing a thick finger at me. The small girl nodded slowly. "How about we get her settled in first then you can harass her." The girl let go of my hand and gave out an annoyed huff of air.

"Fine, but make sure she comes straight here, okay?" She said with a pushy tone. The mayor nodded and led me into a building. Inside were a few tables, a counter at the far left side, and what seems to be a kitchen at my right. A girl with blond hair in two pig tails and a pink dress was cleaning one of the tables. She had a look that tells she's always hungry for something to eat. A woman who didn't look a year over twenty-three came walking toward me. She had soft, orange-brown hair, a green dress and friendly smile plastered on her face.

"Hello! Welcome to the Sundae Inn, will you be staying here tonight or ordering food?" She said in a business-like tone. The mayor responded for me.

"She will be staying here until we have finished building her house. Will you please show her around the inn, Colleen? I'm afraid I won't be able to stay long." He said with a frown that looked genuine. Colleen nodded happily as he left the inn.

"I'm afraid my husband isn't here at the moment so I'll take over. That's Maya, over there." Colleen said pointing to the blonde girl who gave me a smile. She stopped what she was doing and came over to us.

"Hi, I'm Maya! But I'm thinking Colleen already told you that!" Maya chirped. I gave her a small smile. "Ooooh, I have a great idea! Can I show her around? Colleen, you already have a lot on your hands. Plus, it'll be great to do something else for a change." She looked at Colleen impatiently waiting for an answer. The woman gave out a sigh of defeat and nodded. Maya happily clapped her hands together.

"Just don't break her, okay, Maya?" Colleen said a bit reluctantly. Maya quickly nodded, took my hand, and led me upstairs. There were rows and rows of doors that lead to rooms inside. The hallway was dark which gave it a gloomy feeling. I wonder which room I'll be staying in.

"Okay…well these are the bedrooms that we let visitors or tourists sleep in when they stay here. I make sure the bedrooms are neat and tidy!" Maya said proudly. "You'll be sleeping in this one." The blonde girl pointed to a small room with a drawer, a dresser, a lamp, and a small bed. "It's not much but it's enough to stay for one night here. Let me show you the kitchen! I'm starving and Yolanda is the best cook here!"

She took my hand forcefully and led me back downstairs. I trudged behind her like a dog taking orders. She pushed opened a white door and my unsuspecting nose was hit with delicious aromas. Inside, an elderly woman with pink hair in pigtails (pigtails must be all the rage here!) and a bun that sat on top of her head was frying something that looked like an omelet. Her eyes were droopy from exhaustion and she looked like she could collapse any moment. There were tons of shelves stacked with plates; I turned to find that Maya was no longer next to me. Instead, she had her face buried inside the refrigerator. I couldn't help but giggle. The woman turned her head toward me and smiled.

"Oh, hello. Sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm Yolanda, the head chef. This is my protégé, Chase." Yolanda gestured to a boy sitting on a stool quietly peeling an apple with a knife. His head perked up with the mention of his name. The boy named Chase wore a dark blue apron tied around him, a formal white collar shirt underneath with black pants and light blue sandals. His light auburn hair gleamed like fire in the natural light and his violet eyes made me feel like I was falling. What kind of sensation was this? I felt like I was about to drop if I wasn't kneeling on the counter. The boy looked at me with a worried expression on his face.

"Are you okay? Do you need some water?" He asked nervously. Even though I didn't answer he got a glass cup from one of the cabinets, went to the faucet and twisted one of the knobs. A strange looking liquid poured out of the faucet's mouth. He handed me the cup into my shaky hands. Our fingers touched when I grabbed it. A small rush went through my body as I sipped the water.

"You act like you've never drank water before." Maya commented, tiny chocolate crumbs were visible on her lips. Chase rolled his eyes at her. The three looked at me like I was a science experiment and they had to observe every little thing about me. I suddenly felt uneasy again as I caught Chase's eyes.

"Well, maybe you should go unpack upstairs," Yolanda said quickly trying to get their eyes off me. "It'll be a while before the construction of your house is ready."

"See you later." Chase said grabbing some eggs from the refrigerator and cracking them unto a pan. Maya nodded and left the messy kitchen. I trudged upstairs and flopped on the small bed. What just happen today? What are these feeling that are taking over my body? And before I knew it, my eyes slowly closed and I was tossed into a black space.

So, what do you think? Please review and I'll make sure I bring in chapter 2! :D Byeeezzz!