An Angel Visit

             There was a boy named Rya. He was so sad and sick of how his life was. He wanted a change that would alter his path, he wanted to write his fantasy.  He remembered how relaxing it was to sit and day dream of his dream woman in college class in Rice Lake Wisconsin. She was tall with long blond hair, red thin lips, and startling blue eyes. Her skin was as white as milk and fair as a princess of the old times. He remembered her from the time he was in eighth grade. Sometimes he heard her speak to him, but didn’t know what her name was and made up a name for her as Sarah. A sweet name for such a perfect face that entered such mind and what a beautiful imagination it was to write a fantasy. 

             The first two weeks of college life fell under his feet and Rya hated sitting in a class of lecture by teachers that had no idea what his future held. A few of the students didn’t care for his long hair and his physics teacher was making a point to the class that women could pick up a chair a certain way that men couldn’t, but not for Rya he was able to pick up the chair just fine. One thought of him as a girl because he could do it, but the teacher was confused and astonished because he had not known any man to defy the laws of physics. Not for Rya he was unlike any man and no rule or limits would keep him captive.

            He hated the wait to make a break to his true destiny besides Mechanical Design. He wanted to write and publish his novel, but needed to find his muse. He was young, handsome with light brown hair, deep blue eyes, broad lips and the youth of a young prince with the appearance no older than the age of 16. He was ahead of his years in maturity and knew that there were people in the world that would do nothing more than take advantage of him.  He would wake up every morning depressed with the life before him. Everyday he wondered when this pain would end and when the hole in such heart would heal to a close.