My Angel

When I was seventeen, my life changed forever… I know that when people say things like that, everyone begins to wonder what happened and why would anyone say such a thing. Either they look at you strangely as to try to figure out what is the story behind it or they simply think you are overdramatic.

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In 1995, Los Angeles, California, was a place where I had mostly spent my years as a teenager. It was the kind of place where blistering heat would strike that even when you go out to throw the garbage, a person might find it necessary to take a shower. In a place so solitary with few commotions, was filled with churches. Any type of church, you name it, and you will find it! I was already used to the whole church concept. When I was growing up, (far away from here) there were Baptist churches on practically every corner of town, though each considered itself better than the others.

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My father tried to resolve situations whenever possible. That is probably one of the reasons why he stayed in Congress for so long. The guy could be a huge kiss-up whenever he wanted to. Any bad situation that could appear, he would just find a way around that, and makes things better when everything seems lost. And he was not such a bad guy, especially if you consider the fact that he never laid a hand on me or anything of that sort. But he wasn’t there for me growing up. I hate to say that because nowadays people claim to say that and used it as an excuse for their behavior.

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On the first day of class, I was one of the last to arrive and took a seat in the back of the room. Miss Hoechlin had her back to the class writing her name on the blackboard of the classroom. Just as class had started, Miss Hoechlin mentions the Christmas play and tell...

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...Bible with her.

“Well, I think we should probably go,” Samantha stated. Just when she said bye to her father, we both headed to the door.

“Bye Sir. I promise to bring your daughter safe and sound. Have a good one.”

As we approached to the car and headed toward the high school, with the conversation I’d just had with Edward running through my mind, Samantha said as if knowing what I was thinking, “My father doesn’t like you very much.”

I became speechless and just nodded.

“He thinks you’re irresponsible…Well, he doesn’t like your father or your family much.”

I nodded once more. I get the picture; he doesn’t like anyone with the last name ‘Hale’.

“But do you want to know what I think?” she asked.

“Not really.” By then I was pretty moody and totally out of it.

“I think that you are a considerate boy and that all of this has to be the Lord’s plan somehow.”