Earth Angel (Falling Angels Saga)

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Authors: E. Van Lowe
was suddenly a little boy looking for approval.
    “Yes. When we were dancing I was thinking this was the best day of my life.”
    “So was I. More to come. Promise.”
    He grabbed me by the hand and a few minutes later we found Maudrina out back by the pool, chatting up the cute boy.
    She’d been so busy flirting she missed all the action at the door. I looked into her eyes and could tell she’d had a drink. Somewhere between the last time I’d seen her on the dance floor and now, she’d managed to dip into the alcohol.
    “Hi. Where have you two been?” she asked, a little too loud. She smiled brightly.
    “Nowhere,” I said. I pointed to my wrist as if I was pointing to a watch. “Time to go.”
    She looked into the eyes of the cute boy, whose name was Curtis, and said good night. She wasn’t slurring or acting drunk. She was happy. He offered to drive her home, but she hadn’t had enough to drink to make her do something as foolish as that.
    As we exited the spacious home and walked up the drive to the car, she leaned onto my shoulder and whispered, “Today was the most perfect day, a day I will never forget.”
    I’d never forget it either.
     
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    I was in my room doing homework when my mother got home from work. Okay, that’s not exactly true. By the time I got home and changed back into wardrobe that didn’t look like I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing, it was almost time for her to come walking through the door. I had just sat down at my new laptop, pretending to do homework when I heard her come in.
    She came right up to my room. She was in a good mood. The gallery had landed a show by an important artist they had been after for months. For a small gallery, this was a very big deal. She was so excited about her news, she didn’t think to ask why I left the house so early in the morning. Good thing, because I hadn’t had time to come up with an excuse.
    She was standing in my doorway as she’d done on many occasions, gushing out her news. “Anyway, that was my day, anything exciting happen at school today?”
    It was an innocent question, one she’d asked hundreds of times. But today it didn’t seem so innocent. Today it seemed weighted, and I felt the weight of it pressing against my conscience as I sat pretending to stare at my computer screen.
    “No. Nothing.”
    It was the truth. Nothing exciting had happened at school today because I wasn’t in school for much of the day. Something exciting did happen, however. My boyfriend had saved the biggest social event of the year from sure disaster. I couldn’t share that with her:
    “ Guy was the hero at the ditch day part today. The Explosion.”
    “ Really? The Explosion is the social event of the year. How proud you must be of him.”
    Yeah, right! Like that conversation was going to happen. She was my mother. She wouldn’t understand.
    There was a time in my life when I told her everything. Everything. But that’s when I was a little girl, and the most exciting thing that might have happened in my day were things like Billy Walker farting in class. Those were innocent times, and they were gone for good.
    I was quiet during dinner. I was actually bubbling over with exciting news, but I had to play it cool. As soon as dinner was done, I excused myself and went to my room to finish my homework . I immediately got on line.
    I opened my email to chat with Maudrina about the cute boy, but mostly to tell her all the things Guy had done that I couldn’t tell her in front of him in the car. He’d done some kind of angel mind melding thing to Danny Tambor and she missed it.
    When my gmailbox opened, I saw twenty-seven new emails. That in itself was strange. I didn’t get many emails. What made it stranger was that twenty-five of them were from people wanting to friend me on Facebook. My pulse sped up as I scanned the names: Ashley Scott, Heather McNamara, Melody Cruz, Jeremy Bowen. The Poplarati were all friending me. I’d

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