Summer held the straps of her backpack as she walked up to the middle school. She sighed as she laid her backpack down on the cement and sat on the rusted bench that sat in front of the school. She stared up at the flag poles that stood some feet away from her. She breathed a worried breath. With all that's going on, I don't know if I'll be able to focus today, she thought. It may only be the first day, but coming out of summer with my parents struggling to pay bills is disheartening, even more so than the end of summer. She closed her eyes and sat forward, bowing her head and folding her hands. "Please, God, please help us," she prayed passionately. "We need You now more than ever. Please provide for us, in some way, or the next. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen." She sighed. She opened her eyes and sat up. She looked to left and stared at a figure walking up to the school in the distance. She recognized her old friend Matthew, whom she'd known since elementary school, walking up. His red hair, which fell down to his shoulders, was messy as always and his navy blue eyes sparkled with joy at seeing Summer. "Hey there, sis," he said, walking up and taking a seat on her left. "Sis" or "bro" were names that he called his friends that he knew where Christians. Summer thought it was kind of weird, but Matt was anything but normal.

"Hey, Matt, what's up?" Summer greeted him.

"Listening to RED," he said and pointed to the black earbud in his left ear that was connected to an IPod tucked away in his Casting Crowns hoodie. "What about you?"

"Praying for a miracle," Summer sighed, sitting back and staring at her sandaled feet.

"A miracle?" Matt inquired. "You need a miracle?"

"Yes," Summer said, smiling at the Third Day reference.

"Hmm, I think I have that on my IPod." He said, searching through his list of songs, which were all Christian. He began to hum the song as he searched.

"My parents both lost their jobs and while my sister is helping them out, we're still struggling," Summer explained. Her sister was 10 years older than she and had a nice job as a local realtor and began to lend whatever money she could to her parents while they searched for jobs. Summer was finding it hard to trust God, even though she knew what the Bible said about the future and how God knows what He is doing.

"Ah, man, I'm sorry about that," Matt said genuinely, still searching his IPod. "But you, know, God has a plan for you and your family. You shouldn't worry."

"I know, but I'm-" she stopped as she turned to look at the top of the school building. She gasped at what she saw. It appeared to be a boy, but he had wings; big, maroon wings. Fear began to settle inside her. What is that? Her mind raced, completely shocked.

"What's wrong, Summer?" Matt asked. Summer pointed up at the boy on the top of the school.

"D-don't you s-see that?" She asked fearfully.

"Yes, I did, but I didn't think you could," Matt answered. Summer turned a wild-eyed gaze on her friend who returned it with a questioning gaze filled with uncertainty.

"You can see him?"

"Of course I can!" Summer half shouted.

"Summer there's something I need to tell you," Matt stood up and walked over towards the building. "Paul, come down here!" Matt shouted to the boy. The boy lifted his magnificent wings and descended from the building, landing right next to Matt.

"Summer, we're angels," Matt said, turning his gaze back to his shocked friend.

Hey there! It's Blue! This is my second time writing this story and I have to say that a lot of the ideals and things in this story come from the Threshold Series by Christ Kinde, however there is not a category for the series and it's so biblical that it could pass as a Bible Fanfiction itself. I really hope you enjoy and are blessed by this! God bless! Maranatha!