Voice of an Angel - Personal Narrative

Voice of an Angel - Personal Narrative

It began two years ago on a sunny beautiful day in July. The weather

was fine and there was a gentle breeze floating in the air. I was

sitting in a science lesson, on the third floor of Brierton School.

The day had seemed endless; it was like the day had been a month. I

was silently waiting for the day to end.

I was talking to my friend Geoffrey, when I noticed her across from

the crowded room. She was like a red silk rose in a garden of weeds;

her eyes were so bright they were like sapphires twinkling in the

moonlight, she looked priceless, more expensive than pearl. Geoffrey

nudged me, "What's wrong with you?" he asked. "Nothing I said,

shrugging my shoulders, I just got distracted." Thoughts were spinning

through my mind, who was she, where did she come from. Then the bell

went for the final time that afternoon.

I began the long walk home, it seemed like an endless desert, as I

crossed the field I noticed her beautiful face again. She lit the fire

inside of me; she looked so amazing, so gentle and sweet. In my mind

she was an angel, she was the chosen angel of heaven.

The next two days saw the beginning of a dark raging storm, an eternal

hell to my spirit. The wind was colder than the Antarctic sea, icy and

bitter. The heavens had opened a sky of rain on the school, I saw

children playing in puddles like ants without a care in the world.

Then I saw her, the prettiest woman on earth, she looked like a golden

meadow on a summer's day. "Wait," I heard. "Wait there!" I turned

around to see who it was, it was my friend Mark. He wanted the game he

had lent me the previous week. We started to walk towards school. When

she walked past me, it made me feel like jelly. She lit up the life in

me, she looked different, relaxed. I felt different, I felt in love