Olympia is the perfect angel. Sitting in the clouds, watching over her brother whilst he roams the Earth. But one day, she makes a mistake. The worst mistake anyone could possibly make.
She has no choice.
She has to fall.
Fall from Heaven.


12. Chapter 12

"You will?" She said, and I could see the tears start to form in her eyes.

"Yes, yes, I promise!" I whispered, feeling a bit sensitive myself.

"Oh, thank you!" She flung her arms around me, and I was a bit taken-aback. She really was desperate, so ungraceful and un-angel-like with that movement., "Oh, and also..." She pulled back, "Here..."

It was only then I noticed the small, brown pouch-bag-thing tied to her wrist.

She pulled the two strings, which opened it.

"I was thinking... You might need..." She looked at me, straight into my eyes again- "Some supplies?"

I had no idea what she was talking about.

She turned the pouch upside down, and out poured out some objects. They were tiny, and I focused on them in confusion. Then, they began to grow, multiply, shrink, whatever they had to do.

I had four hundred dollars, a gramophone, a carpet, a chair (which rolled off the bed), a Twenty One Pilots' album, a mattress, bedsheets, earphones, a backpack, school books, and other school supplies.

I looked up at Collette to say thank you, but she wasn't there.

The backpack was a galaxy-ish purple, with white dots all over that looked like stars.

I could feel tears prick at my eyes and realized how long it had been since I had last been in school.

I had always been smart. The good girl, the good student. Not bossy, but was always the leader of any group project, no complaints. The girl who helped others with their work; homework and schoolwork alike. The girl that was happy to go to school, and didn't mind Monday mornings.

I wondered if that image would have to change in order for me to fit in with Ross.

I had a pencil case the exact same as the bag, galaxy. It was filled with pens and pencils. I clicked them, and memories rushed into my head of school. Of doodling my crush's name in the margins of my books, of writing essays with a paining hand...

I wondered if Academi Highschool would create the same old memories, or maybe new ones.

I tossed the supplies back in the pencil-case, zipped it closed and put it in the backpack. I wrote my name on all the books, Olympia Astra, Olympia Astra...

I remembered learning to write my name with my mum beside me, erasing mistakes and encouraging me to try again. That was when I was 3.

Now I'm sixteen. And if I don't do this right, I'll stay sixteen forever, in the middle of nowhere. And if I do it right, I'll stay sixteen forever, in Heaven, with my loved ones.



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