It was in 9th grade, before I moved. Zen and I were in the same AP english class with Mrs. Rawls. Those were the good old days. I was either goofing off with Zen or sleeping(not with Zen), nearly every day. However one day I was only able to achieve a half-sleep, In my state of "dazedness" I looked around. Standing in the corner was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was my angel. I hope she isn't offended at my use of the possessive pronoun, but I feel it is appropriate for the relationship between a person and thier angel. She can call me her human if she wants. Anyways, I looked up and saw the most beautiful female imagineable. It is very difficult to describe, she radiated a sort of blinding purity. And most importantly, she had wings. For some reason I have an obsession with wings, which is probably due to the fact that they enable something to fly. I consider the ability to fly one of the greatest things ever, and have often injured myself attempting to fly. Back on topic, we have an angel standing in the corner. She didn't do anything. She simply stood there and watched. I have no idea why, but it made me feel happy and safe just to know that she was there. I don't know why she chose to reveal herself to me at that time, but ever since, there have been time when I just knew that she was with me. Usually, when I know she is there, my back itches right at the shoulderblades, as if I had wings there, but I think that is only a psychosomatic side-effect. I am sure that everyone out there has an angel, though you may not realize it. Just remember, she/he is always watching, always there to protect you.