Angelina's Story

This is a fictitious short story that I wrote that I am most proud of. Its called Angelina's Story.

Angelina's Story

Around here I’m no different than the others, but I wish I were.
I’m tired of being the invisible girl that no one sees; I want to be noticed.
No, never mind, I don’t want to be noticed, I need to be noticed.
The world I live in is normal to me, but to you I might as well be living on another planet.
My world is filled with champagne wishes and caviar dreams!
Ha. Yeah, right. I wish it were.
Growing up, I was the smartest girl in class.
I never got in trouble, and when I say never I mean never, not even a stern look or a warning from a teacher or my mom.
I was the perfect little angel.
But as I got older, I was tired of being the invisible, smart girl.
Around that same time, my mom announced to me that she got me an interview at an elite private school where you had to be the best to get in.
I thought things were looking up.
I was accepted to this prestigious school and I was going to be around hundreds of kids who were just like me.
Or so I thought.
My first day there, no one talked to me.
My second day there, no one talked to me.
And on my third day there, no one talked to me.
I thought this school was going to be a new start for me.
I thought I was not going to be invisible anymore.
But nothing about this school was any different from the last.
Well, I guess there was one difference.
Everyone at this school was invisible and smart.
We were all little carbon copies of one another.
I’m no different than the others. We’re no different from each other.
So maybe I don’t live on a whole other planet, but it feels like it.
I’m tired of being invisible, can’t someone just notice me?
I made that wish sitting in one of my super advanced classes, I made a wish,
For someone to finally talk to me.
And it didn’t even have to be the most popular person in school or the friendliest person in the world; it just had to be someone.
Making that wish changed my life.
I walked home that day; I had never walked home before that day.
My house was five miles from the school, but I decided to walk anyways.
On the way, I stopped to rest at some random park.
I sat on a bench and watched the little kids play.
How I longed to be a little kid again; I used to have friends; I wasn’t invisible then.
Then, he sat down next to me.
I had never seen him before, but my god he was beautiful.
He had pale skin and dark brown hair that fell just below his chin.
His eyes were dark, but that didn’t scare me.
I stared at him.
Does he notice me?
He slowly turned his head and looked me straight in the eyes.
Hey.
Hi.
Then he looked back at what he was looking at before.
I can’t believe my wish came true!
Someone talked to me.
Maybe I’m not so invisible.
But that wasn’t all.
He turned back to me and half-smiled.
I’ve never seen you around here before.
He wanted to talk more; he was intrigued and so was I.
I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what.
But it was too late anyway.
When I turned back to him, he was gone.
I was left there sitting on the bench, alone.
My wish came true, but I was left feeling like it wasn’t good enough!
I decided that I should just head home.
I got up and that’s when I noticed that there was a paper where he was sitting.
I picked it up.
Scrawled in sloppy handwriting, was my name.
My name?
I unfolded the paper and read what it said.
You don’t know me, but I am going to change your life.
Meet me at the Wilshire Docks at Midnight.
This is the night that all of your wishes come true.
Him




I still remember it clearly.
The moon was reflected off the midnight waters.
The soft breeze blew my white dress against my knees.
He wasn’t there.
But that is because I showed up five minutes early.
Nervous habit.
I stood by the water’s edge.
The night was beautiful.
I had never seen the night before.
I don’t know the exact moment He got there,
I just know that He was there before I noticed him.
The moment was quiet as he walked towards me
Neither of us said a word.
He was close, almost too close, when he finally spoke.
I didn’t think you would come.
Why not?
They never come. But you aren’t like the others, you’re different.
Is that bad?
He laughed at my question.
No, it’s not bad. It’s good.
I smiled at that.
Looking at him was making me too nervous.
I stared back out at the night.
God it was beautiful.
It was perfect.
My nerves calmed.
I looked back at him.
He never took his eyes off me once.
Slowly, his hand brushed my cheek.
He leaned close.
I felt his other hand move to my back.
I was in his arms.
Still he leaned in closer.
I felt his breath on my neck.
Your life is going to change tonight. You won’t be the same.
I know, you said that in your note.
Are you sure you want that?
Yes.
Nothing it going to be the same anymore.
I know.
Absolutely nothing will be how it was before tonight.
That’s when he pulled away slightly.
He looked into my eyes.
Then he kissed me.
Ready?
I’ve been waiting my whole life for change. I’m ready.
Close your eyes.
I closed my eyes.
It felt like I was spinning.
I could feel the moon burning my skin.
We began spinning faster and faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Then, he began to slip from my grasp.
I tried to clutch onto him.
But it was no use.
He slipped away.
Nooooo!!!!! Don’t let me go! What about my wishes?!
They all just came true!
His voice was so distant.
I opened my eyes.

They found her on Sunday morning, an hour before she had to go to church. Her mom found her. She was lying on her bed, arms spread wide, with her palms turned up; her white bedspread and white nightgown soaked in her crimson blood.
No one had expected this. She was the perfect girl. She was quiet, she never got into trouble, she was almost classified as a genius, and she was their perfect little angel.
They examined her body. No one could figure out where the blood was coming from. There were no wounds. Everyone thought she died from an internal injury. Heartache, maybe even loneliness is what killed her, they said.
The funeral was on a Wednesday. They laid her to rest in her favorite white Sunday dress. They watched as she was lowered into the ground six feet. When it was over everyone walked away, without looking back, without knowing their mistake. Because lying next to Angelina’s headstone, was a note with her named scribbled in sloppy handwriting. Inside it read like a familiar memory:
You don’t know me, but I am going to change your life.
Meet me at the Wilshire Docks at Midnight.
This is the night that all of your wishes come true.
Lucifer