"A-angels?" Summer stuttered in disbelief as she stood. "But how?"
"We've always been angels, Summer. We've just never told anyone." Matt said. "Please, don't be afraid." Summer glanced at Paul, who she knew worked as a student assistant in the front office, and knew it had to be true.
"How can I not be afraid?" She asked, her head beginning to spin.
"We're servants of God and you are a child of God, we only bring you blessings," Matt coaxed her. "Please trust me." Summer looked Matt in his navy eyes, they shone with compassion and love.
"I-I believe you," she said. "But why did you never tell me?"
"Because I didn't receive permission." Matt said. Paul remained silent and still during the exchange.
"Permission? From Who?"
"From God," Matt answered. Summer gulped.
"Th-this is just crazy," she said, sitting down and moving her short brown hair out of her eyes. "You can't really be angels can you?"
"As the world likes to promote, seeing is believing," Matt said holding out his arm as if to present Paul. The blond boy glanced at him.
"Please, do not fear. This is real, but don't let it way on you. God knows what is going on in your life and He is looking out for you in ways you can't understand." Paul finally spoke.
"This is just too much, I'm sorry. I-I just need some time," Summer said, grabbing her backpack and hurrying into the school building. She scurried along into the cafeteria. Angels? Matt an angel? It would explain a lot, but how? How can this be? How is this real? Surely I'm just dreaming? She kept thinking over and over as she sat down at a table. Her head began to ache. I need to calm down and stop. I can think about this later, right now I just need to focus on school. Then she remembered her mother and father, both unemployed. I can't focus on school, not when we may lose everything. She sighed and looked upward toward Heaven. God, please help us. "Hey, Summer," Leah, a girl with platinum blond hair and green eyes, arrived. She dropped her backpack and took a seat in front of Summer who lowered her gaze to her friend.
"Hey, Leah," Summer greeted her.
"Are you ok?" Leah asked, always noticing what others don't.
"No, not really," Summer answered honestly.
"Do you care to share?"
"I guess," Summer shrugged. I shouldn't tell her about the angel thing, but I can tell her about Mom and Dad, she decided. If Matt and Paul are really angels then they probably want that to be kept secret. "My mom and dad both lost their jobs," Summer told her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that," Leah said, her face contorting to show her concern.
"Yeah, I'm just really worried," Summer nodded.
"You shouldn't be," Leah told her. "I've never been in a situation like that before, but I know God has a plan for you. Just trust Him."
"That's the problem," Summer admitted. "I don't know if I can. I mean what if something goes wrong in His plan, or His plan is for us to end up living under a bridge somewhere?" Leah smiled gently.
"Don't worry. 'For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a future and a hope,'" Leah said, quoting the Bible.
"I just don't know," Summer said uncertainly.
"I'll pray for you," Leah offered. The bell rang and the two stood to get in line to receive their schedules.