The Angel

Hadley Rille sat in the middle of the upper hallway. Hadley looked up at the fading sky and cried. Hadley was all alone.

The Angel heard him crying. She walked over to Hadley and crouched in front of him. Hadley screamed.

But he didn't run.

"Why are you crying, boy?" the Angel asked.

Hadley didn't answer.

"WHY ARE YOU CRYING?" the Angel demanded.

Hadley had never heard an angel scream.

"Sorry." The Angel pouted over by the south cluster door.

"Who are you?" Hadley asked.

"Me? I'm the Angel of the High School."

"How so?"

"Well, everyone dies sometime."


"It doesn't matter. Now what's wrong?"

"It doesn't matter," Hadley answered.

"Yes, it does."

"No, it doesn't."

"YES, IT DOES!" the angel yelled. Hadley looked up at her.


"Because you'll end up like me if you don't tell. I hear Spring High needs a new angel."

Hadley gasped.

"I'm kidding. Or, maybe you will. Who knows?" The Angel smirked.


"Come on, tell me."

"Fine." Hadley gave in.

"Well? Aren't you going to tell?"

"I just hate high school, that's all."

"That's too bad," the Angel sympathized.

Hadley nodded.

The Angel got up and dusted herself off.

"Come here. I have a plan." The Angel dragged Hadley over to the wall. They sat down with their backs against it.

"What is it?"

"Ok, now listen." The Angel cleared her throat. "When I give the cue, you run down the stairs. When you see the janitor, distract him. Yell or something. I'll come down the other stairway and take him out from behind with a broom. Then we'll steal the keys. After we have the keys we'll run down to the music hallway. There's a door to the balcony in the chorus room. That's where I have to leave you. Ms. Ballinger is still there. You hide around the corner in the hallway and I'll scare her. She's terrified of me. Last time I came down there, she saw me and didn't come back for two weeks. When she runs out, screaming, you go in and shove the piano in front of the door. Find the balcony door and open it with the keys. It's five flights of stairs to the top. When you get out there, climb up on the ledge, and then jump. You'll fly."

"Are you carzy? I can't fly!" Hadley exclaimed.

"Hadley, everyone can fly."

"No, they can't."

"Have you ever tried?" the Angel asked.

"No! I'd be comitting suicide!"

"The fun is on the way down. It only hurts a little at the bottom. Then you'll fly forever."

Hadley looked at the Angel. Then he realized what she meant.

"You….you did that? You jumped?"

The Angel nodded.

"I don't want to fly," Hadley said.

"It's ok. I guess it's not a rational plan." The Angel brushed away tears. "I've got to go now."

"Oh. Bye."

The Angel floated towards the window.

"Wait! Who helped you jump?" Hadley caught the Angel by the ankle.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it—oh, nevermind."

The Angel smiled a sad smile, then flew out of the building.

Hadley looked up threw the windows in the ceiling. He waved at the Angel. The Angel waved back.

Then she flew away.