My Sister by Rose

I stared down at the page in front of me. ‘So, what will I write on this page…’

As an angel, my job was to write a future for humans on Earth. I always liked having to give people futures, I just found it enjoyable.

But it did matter if they had been a good person, if not you would receive a punishment or bad luck.

And that rule is stopping me from telling this boy’s future.

The boy acted mean and pushed people away, but when returned home, he would cry and he would wish to disappear and how his friends didn’t deserve him. I didn’t know why he acted like this but I still felt pity for the boy and wanted to help him but didn’t know how.

So I called my sister,

someone who acted just the same as kids.