It's so all right
Maybe too right
Smiling goddess, come to light
Looking back, I realize that the time I spent with the other Destined kids was easily one of the best times of my life, and I like to flatter myself by thinking that I knew it at the time. I know it's not the truth, of course.
One never knows the best times of one's life until they're gone. While they're actually happening, one wonders when the best times will come. But, I digress. As usual.
It's so all right
Maybe too right
Laughing angel, come to light
For the first time in my life, I had real friends, ones who didn't just like me for my money or my brains. They're great people, so loving and caring. Yolei was always so concerned about everyone, and little Cody, so brave, who had the mettle of a man four times his age. Then there was Kari, so sweet and honest, and, it seemed, her Siamese twin, T.K., who had no hesitation about fighting for right. And Davis . . .
Oh, damn, I'm crying again, aren't I?
Sorry, I tend to get a little emotional when I think about him. It hurts, feels like a fist is clenching my heart and refuses to let go. I miss him every day. Fate is so cruel and cold.
Out of all my dear friends, Davis was the dearest. Although he was brash, rude, and always leapt before he looked, he was caring, brave, and had a heart so big it could crush this town.
When I woke up that morning after I slept over and saw him lying there, ladylike as always, I thought my heart would burst. I knew, even then, that it was the best day of my life. When he woke up and mumbled a sleepy hello, I knew what it was like to have friends.
*-*-*
"Ken?"
I close my journal and look around for whoever is calling my name. A boy about my age-an archangel, from the looks of it, Gabe or something-sits down beside me and dangles his feet off the edge of the cloud.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asks, leaning over and trying to see my journal.
"Just thinkin'," I reply, glad I closed my journal against the angel's prying eyes.
"About those you left behind?" he asks a little disapprovingly.
"Yes!" I snap.
"You really shouldn't, there's so much up here-"
"Excuse me for being a little sentimental about what I left behind! No one asked me if I wanted to die at age twenty-three!"
"Ken-" Gabe starts, then shakes his head. "C'mon. I have something to show you."
Warily, I follow him. He stops suddenly and I look over his shoulder, just in time to see someone enter the pearly gates.
"Davis!"
Gabe laughs, waves, and walks away.
It's so all right!
maybe too right!
Laughing angel come to light!
It's so all right!
maybe too right!
hey you! I wait impatiently for you
Look! A miracle occurs