| This Story written by Karen. She is a real angel. The names are distored to protect the innocent. :) |
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Litle Angel Jaina was 5 and a half years old. She grew up on an especially soft, fluffy, cotton candy tasting cloud. She loved to travel around the world and watch all the normal people in their everyday lives.
Little Angel Jaina's favorite spot to visit was a house in Port Charles NY on Opal st. Inside was a cute little boy of 5 and a half years. His mother had named him Oz Rosenburg. Jaina smiled when she heard that. As Little Angel Jaina grew up, she watched Oz as he grow up as well. One day she was leaning over her cloud as far as possible to see Oz out mowing the lawn shirtless. Little Angel Jaina, now 15, fell off her cloud. Oz caught her. He stared in shock, setting her down. "Where did you come from?!" he exclaimed. Jaina tried to form words but found herself unable. She had never had to talk before, so she didn't know how. She shook her head, shrugging. "Can you understand me?" He asked her. She nodded. She pointed up, a tear falling from her eye. "Why don't you come in with me?" Oz suggested gently leading her inside. One day Jaina dissapered. She woke up back on her cloud. Jaina sarted crying, looking down at Oz. Oz stumbled out of the house, landing on his knees and looking up at the sky as he threw his arms out wide. "Jaina!!!" 3 years later: Jaina watched over Oz for three years. Oz refused to date anyone, instiant that the girl Jaina really was alive. Then, one day, while Jaina was reparing her cloud it happened.
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