I had just gotten to school, I had a STRONG feeling there is another god helper around here. I thought I was the only one on earth! I almost showed my powers. I have the powers on weather and ability to move objects with my mind. When ever I move objects with my mind, hand hands glow into black balls. My hands glowed a little black. But not completely. I was able to calm myself down fast enough for no one to see. As I walked into the classroom, I looked around. I saw a cute boy, the teacher had called him up, and called him Bruno, so I assumed that was his name. Then, the teacher called ME up. She said her name was Ms.Memming, I introuduced my self quickly and sat down. Then, I noticed Bruno was next to me. He waved at me and I waved back. I felt the feeling again. Was he the other Helper? My head was screaming "HE'S THE HELPER! HE IS!" I ignored it, but once again, it ringed through my head. I agreed to it. I didn't feel lonely now. Apparently, he doesn't get the feeling when another helper is around because he never talked to me in class. I was happy, but didn't know if he was a good-guy, or a bad-guy.
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to move on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I love you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to move on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I love you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.