• Amelia sat up. "Heaven? No! No! There must be some kind of... of a mistake! Or something! I'm not dead! I'm.... I can't be.... I'm not dead...."
    Amelia had been screaming up until this point when she started trailing off. Memories passed before her eyes. Her youngest sister looking up at her giggling in front of a birthday cake with 6 candles. Amelia would never get to see her seventh birthday. Poor Lindsay. Next memory. June, who was born in april, wearing make up, trying on a dress for her first dance. Amelia would never get to take her to the dance. June wouldn't be aloud to go. Amelia was supposed to drive her because Mom was working late. Her friend's voice rang in her ears. "You know you're being really selfish. Think of all the people who would miss you if you commited suicide. Think of your sisters. Your friends."
    "No. I'm not dead," she lifted her head from her hands which she had been crying into. Her voice was stern, defiant, as if she wouldn't take no for an answer.
    "You should look at this then Amelia. That is you, right? Amelia Annabeth Jones, age 17. A soon to be senior in highschool."
    "No, I'm 16. My birthday's tomorow...,"her voice trailed off. It was tomorrow. she had died on her 17th birthday. Right at the exact minute she was born to.
    "Good, you're the right person," the angel nodded, leading Amelia gently to a gap in the clouds she was walking on.
    Amelia looked down. The sight she saw sickened her. There she was, lying in a mangled heap on the road not far from the sidewalk. A red car was not far away, the hood bent in half around a lightpole. The driver was dead. Shot through the head. Amelia looked at her phone's clock. It was ten minutes after she had died. It nearly re-killed her to think the word. Ten minutes and no police cars. No ambulance. Just a crowd of people who had heard the car crash. Slowly police sirens could be heard approaching. Not like in the movies, with the police imediatly on the scene. It was fifteen minutes after now. She saw the police making a barrier around Amelia's body. Soon a woman was running towards them. Crys of anguish came from her. "That's my daughter! That's my child!"
    It was amelia's mother. Amelia glared as she recognized the woman. Sure Mom. Love me after I'm gone. Miss me when I'm dead. I won't wake up, Amelia thought as a tear fell down. Leave it to her mom to care only after it was too late. Then two little girls followed her mother. Amelia's eyes softened seeing them. One was short with shoulder length, brown hair flying out from behind her. She was dressed in a nightgown with a barbie doll on it. Lindsay, Amelia thought pain flashing through with the name. Behind her was June. Dressed in short shorts and a tanktop, long nearly black hair hanging as she stepped cautiosly forward. Mom was sobbing over Amelia's body. Amelia turned from the scene.
    "Okay, I'm dead," she said firmly. She didn't want to go back. She didn't want to have to live with the pity and sympathy of having once been dead. That would be to much. Not mention she would have to go back to a totally different life. Maybe she could be a gaurdian angel to her little sister. That would be nice.
    "You catch on pretty quickly for a teenager," smiled the lady. "Follow me now. careful, don't get lost."
    Amelia had to jog to keep up with her powerful wings. Each beat sent the woman three steps ahead. Soon they reached a circluar room. without a word the angel woman turned back around, closing the huge oak doors behind her.
    Looking back at the room, Amelia gasped. She stood in a room that had only one thing in it. A platform with two escalators leading up to it sat in the middle of the room. Angels, for what else wore white robes and had huge white swan wings attached to their backs, stood on each step of the elevator. They would ride up, kneel in front of the throne in the middle of the platform, then ride down the down escalator, appearing and dissapearing without a trace. Amelia was standing next to the line that led up the up escalator. None of the angels payed her any mind. Amelia wathced them pass in front of her. Then there wasn't an angel there. She looked and there was a boy, about her age, holding up the line.
    "After you," the boy smiled.
    Without a thought Amelia fell into line. Rising with the escalator she noticed that instead of being on the step behind him like normal the angel after the boy was two steps back. Then Amelia noticed something odd. The boy didn't have wings. Amelia took her gaze from him to in front of her. She had reached to platform and stepped off the escalator. Turning to stand in front of the throne she realized who was sitting in it. She was facing God.