A girl wakes up in a clearing somewhere in a forest. She sits up, confusion prominent on her face, as she looks around with her big green eyes at her strange surroundings. She wears a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans. Her long blonde hair dances in the breeze. She notices a figure emerge from the shade of the trees. It is a man, a boy rather, seemingly not much older than she. He appears calm and is also wearing a white t-shirt and some jeans.
Boy (with a smile): Hello Allison.
Allison (clearly shocked): How... how do you know my name?
Boy: Oh, I know everything about you. I've known you your whole life.
Allison (even more confused): Who are you?
Boy: I, Allison, am Michael, your guardian angel.
Allison (slowly): Guardian angel? But... I ... I don't understand.
Michael: Yes, your guardian angel. I guess I should explain things. First of all, every person is entitled a guardian angel at birth. These angles have lived and experienced a life before. We are assigned to take care of and encourage whomever we are assigned to. Long story short- I am the voice you hear when you are lost or scared or discouraged. Second, (he walks over and helps Allison off the ground) I brought us here because there is something I have to tell you.
Allison (now standing, warily asks): Where, exactly, is "here"?
Michael: We are in the forests on the west side of the Rocky Mountains. Or, at least, that is what you are seeing all around you.
Allison: But, I don't remember coming here! I have got to be dreaming!
(She runs her fingers through her golden hair and paces around the clearing in silence)
Michael: I know this is... alarming, to say the least, but I need you to know something.
Allison (still unsure): Okay...
Michael: I know this will be hard to hear, and even harder to believe, but you are about to face something very dangerous in your life. I will be able to guide you through this trial, as I have in others, but you must listen to me.
Allison (to herself): I cannot believe I am hearing this! (Then to Michael) How dangerous, exactly, are we talking? And... And when is this going to happen, exactly?
Michael (frustrated): I don't know! A week, a few months, a few days. I don't know, but you must believe me!
Allison (slightly hysterical and very sarcastic): Oh, what a great help you are! You can't even tell me when this is all going down or what I'm even up against!
Michael (still frustrated): You don't understand! I am here to guide you and help you, not to tell you the future! (More calmly) You have to promise me to take this seriously. When the time comes, listen for my voice, and do not forget my warning.
Boy (with a smile): Hello Allison.
Allison (clearly shocked): How... how do you know my name?
Boy: Oh, I know everything about you. I've known you your whole life.
Allison (even more confused): Who are you?
Boy: I, Allison, am Michael, your guardian angel.
Allison (slowly): Guardian angel? But... I ... I don't understand.
Michael: Yes, your guardian angel. I guess I should explain things. First of all, every person is entitled a guardian angel at birth. These angles have lived and experienced a life before. We are assigned to take care of and encourage whomever we are assigned to. Long story short- I am the voice you hear when you are lost or scared or discouraged. Second, (he walks over and helps Allison off the ground) I brought us here because there is something I have to tell you.
Allison (now standing, warily asks): Where, exactly, is "here"?
Michael: We are in the forests on the west side of the Rocky Mountains. Or, at least, that is what you are seeing all around you.
Allison: But, I don't remember coming here! I have got to be dreaming!
(She runs her fingers through her golden hair and paces around the clearing in silence)
Michael: I know this is... alarming, to say the least, but I need you to know something.
Allison (still unsure): Okay...
Michael: I know this will be hard to hear, and even harder to believe, but you are about to face something very dangerous in your life. I will be able to guide you through this trial, as I have in others, but you must listen to me.
Allison (to herself): I cannot believe I am hearing this! (Then to Michael) How dangerous, exactly, are we talking? And... And when is this going to happen, exactly?
Michael (frustrated): I don't know! A week, a few months, a few days. I don't know, but you must believe me!
Allison (slightly hysterical and very sarcastic): Oh, what a great help you are! You can't even tell me when this is all going down or what I'm even up against!
Michael (still frustrated): You don't understand! I am here to guide you and help you, not to tell you the future! (More calmly) You have to promise me to take this seriously. When the time comes, listen for my voice, and do not forget my warning.
(A long silence; Allison sits back down and plucks a flower from the ground. She stares at its yellow petals, deep in thought.)
Allison (slowly at first): I... I don't think I can promise anything, but... I will try to listen and remember.
(Michael sits down next to Allison and places his hand on her shoulder)
Allison (with her head in her hands): This is all just so fast and confusing.
Michael (smiling): I know, but you don't need to worry. I've got your back.
Allison (looking up into Michael's suddenly familiar eyes): I trust you.
Michael: Good, now we've got to get back. Just listen for my voice; you'll be okay!
Allison (suddenly tired): I will: I'll listen for you.
(Allison yawns and slowly lays down on the soft, green grass of the meadow. Then, all goes dark.)
Allison (slowly at first): I... I don't think I can promise anything, but... I will try to listen and remember.
(Michael sits down next to Allison and places his hand on her shoulder)
Allison (with her head in her hands): This is all just so fast and confusing.
Michael (smiling): I know, but you don't need to worry. I've got your back.
Allison (looking up into Michael's suddenly familiar eyes): I trust you.
Michael: Good, now we've got to get back. Just listen for my voice; you'll be okay!
Allison (suddenly tired): I will: I'll listen for you.
(Allison yawns and slowly lays down on the soft, green grass of the meadow. Then, all goes dark.)
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A girl wakes up in her bed. Her alarm clock reads 7:30 am. She hears people moving around in the kitchen down the hall.
The girl's mother (calling from the kitchen): Allison! Are you up? I need
help getting these pancakes made!
Allison: I'm coming!
(Allison looks in the mirror, her messy blonde hair adding to the look of confusion on her face.)
The girl's mother (calling from the kitchen): Allison! Are you up? I need
help getting these pancakes made!
Allison: I'm coming!
(Allison looks in the mirror, her messy blonde hair adding to the look of confusion on her face.)
Allison (to herself): It... It all seemed so real. I can't believe it was just a dream.
(She rubs her eyes and brushes her hair, shaking off the dream that still lingered behind her eyelids. As she leaves her room she hears...)
(She rubs her eyes and brushes her hair, shaking off the dream that still lingered behind her eyelids. As she leaves her room she hears...)
"I've got your back. Just listen for my voice."
(Allison smiles, and relaxes, knowing that all would be just fine.)
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