After Life

Bright Lights, the deafening horn, and the sudden pain that shot through my body like an ocean's wave made me realize this was no dream. As soon as i felt it, it was gone. I opened my eyes to see myself, arms out, legs crushed, and face pale. A car sped away from the scene as another pulled up. A man rushed out and knelt beside me attempting to pick me up. He dragged me to the side of the road. I could see no more. A endless room stretched out before me, more blinding lights, signs saying think, think, keep going littered the walls. A small table in th very center of this room had what looked like college applications crowding it's surface. I ventured over and picked one up, it said:

Entrance Ticket
Please fill out
Name: _____ Birth Date: ______
Age: ____ Death Date: 7 / 8 / 2008

Accomplishments:


Kind Deeds:


Family:

As I looked closer I paid attention to death date and entrance ticket. Entrance to what? And... I'm not dead... or am I?
"What can i do for you Miss?" a voice bellowed.
'Can you tell me where I am?" I said looking around frantically hoping someone was there.
"You are where all those who have had a short life come."
"Who are you?" I said my voice sounding meak
"My names are many, but I am the Holy Spirit to most."
"The H-h-holy S-s-spirit" I managed to stammar
"Do not be afraid soon you may enter, those papers will help"
"Who will I give it to? There is no one here?" I said with a bit of attitude, not meaning to do so.
"It will find it's way when you are done!" The voice boomed
"Ok. Ok. I will fill it out." I assured.

Name: Abigail M. Banks Birth Date: 4 / 14 / 1991
Age: 17 Death Date: 7 / 21 / 2008

Accomplishments:
High school education drivers ed. Drug free
Sober chorus for elderly

Kind Deeds:
Chorus for elderly neighbors charity donations
Shoveled snow for elderly neighbors.

Family:
Dad- Patrick Banks Older brother- David Cabral
Mom- Adriana Banks Younger Brother- Ethan Banks

"Ok. I finished Sir." I called. No answer. "I finished!" I tried again. Still no answer. The ominous silence closed in on me making the endless room seem like a small cardboard box. I turned around, no one. I was infuriated. "Talk!" I screamed.
"Abigail! You cannot expect to enter with no patience!" He boomed "If you cannot control these emotions there is no place for you here."
"Why!?" I answered and questioned at the same moment. "Are raw emotions nat welcome?" I asked.
"Abigail, calm down." the voice spoke and instantly I felt calm. "Ok now I'll take that." * Poof * my paper dissapeared. "Hmmmmmmmm.... Uh huh... I see." The voice pondered. "Yes! you are perfect for an angel without wings!"
"What?" I asked "But, but, but how will I get my wings?"
"To get your wings you must know the defintion of life, love, and hope." the voice proclaimed. "They are all related, but they are very different."
"But-" I tried
"You will explore various places unseen and unheard. The people you see know the meanings of these words, you must find out how to extract it from them" He interrupted.
"How will-"
"Abigail, would you let me finish? You must follow them, watch their everyday lives, find a way to talk to them. That's all I can say."
"Will I ever see heaven?" I pleaded.
"Yes, right now."
"Really!?" I asked with a tone of wonderment and curiousity.
"Yes really" He replied. "I must show you where you are going"