Coincedence Or Fate?

"Marissa! I'm home!" I called as I walked into the apartment.

"How'd your first day go?" She called back, her voice coming from the kitchen.

"Ever heard of the word mediocrity?" I said with a grin. She rolled her eyes at me and continuing slicing the vegetables on the cutting board. Setting my bag down, I slumped on the chair and sighed.

"I've got a ton of homework to do though. And I'm completely exhausted. The school's bigger then I thought and walking around, trying to find the classes that stretch one way to antoher is tiring."

"Honey, why don't you go freshen up and just start on your homework. We're going out tonight for dinner and well, I'd like for you to finish your work fast."

That took me by surprise. "Why tonight and where are we going?"

"Celeste," she said, setting down the knife slowly and turning around to look at me. "Do you remember that big funeral we went to around five years ago?" I nodded in response. "Well, you might not remember quite well but the two people who'd died were my friends. Jean was my cousin and Mark was her husband. They're son is now living with Jean's  younger sister...and we're going to visit them today..."

That took me some time to absorb. Five years ago, I was only twelve years old...and  I did remember going to a funeral but Marissa had never told me who those people were. Finally, I nodded again. " are we leaving?"


The load of traffic in the city of Florida was starting to get on Marissa's nerves.

"I told them we'd be there by eight and now it's nine-thirty and we're only halfway there! Stupid traffic."

"Calm down, we'll get there soon enough. Besides they'll understand the reason for our delay."

My words did not help but when we finally got through the traffic and arrived at our destination, it was around a quarter past ten. Marissa was still fuming as she trudged up the steps of the huge mansion we'd parked in front of. It looked like the White House and the kind of place a rich family would live in. I was startled by this.

"Erm, Marissa? Were your friends rich by any chance?"

"Yes, Mark was into business. And he was a good one at that too."

She rang the bell and we waited for a few minutes. Thunder crackled and a flash of lightning appeared and I gulped. "Looks like it's going to rain." Just when Marissa was about to ring the bell again the door opened and standing in front of us, was the same strange boy whose parents were archaelogists and the same boy who was an amazing artist.

"Roy?" I gasped.

Angels deliver Fate to our doorstep - and anywhere else it is needed. 

The End

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