Fran

Going to talk about a childhood memory I have burned into my brain

Many times in middle school, I'd miss the bus home, and I'd have to wait for hours for my mom to pick me up

My home was 13 miles away, so I couldn't just walk back. I'd be waiting till sundown for my mom to arrive...

One day, while I waited alone, this girl showed up in front of me, springing up random conversation

She looked kinda like me, but her hair was a lighter color. We also had the same backpack, only she had pink polka dots and I had purple.

She talked to me like we always knew each other, Like we've always been hanging out, waiting for our moms to pick us up...

My memory is blurry, but I'm pretty sure she was with me the whole time till my mom finally arrived.

I never got to see her again. I never saw her in school either.

. . .

Is it weird for me to think she was an angel?