His Golden Tears by Kirsten Lott (uplifting book club books .txt) 📕

Katherine.

Monday, 6:45 am. school.

I cried when I starting walking up to his locker. Some habits, I just really hate. When I felt my eyes starting to water even more, I quickly turned and practically ran up the stairs. It was like a video game to me trying to avoid everybody before I went to the bathroom.

POUND! I fell to the ground and looked up at him.

“Uh…. Sorry Katherine… Didn’t see ya there…” Phillip bent down to pick up my books. “Are… are you alright? You can talk to me if you want to, I understand if you—“ I leaned over and hugged him tightly and whispered, “You were his best friend,” I let go and looked at him, “If anybody were to understand, it would be you.” He glanced at me for a minute with a blank stare and then held out his arms, “Then I’ll be here to help you get through this. I know Ty would like somebody to help you through something like this.”


I leaned into his hug and smiled knowing somebody was finally here to help me through this.

Ty.

Heaven… I guess?

“Wait, you said I couldn’t get through Heaven without knowing the rules and I don’t have my wings.” I looked up at him through the corner of my eye, clearly I interrupted some thoughts because I saw him snap out of a daze.

He straightened up and pointed to his right. “There are the Gates, we aren’t through them yet. And I was thinking how to tell you the rules…. And, you can get through the Gates without your wings, but you need to go straight to God before you are officially living in Heaven. You can’t live in Heaven without your wings.”

I tilted my head a little bit in confusion. “Wait, what? I thought that I just went straight to Heaven and became an angel to serve God.” He scratched the back of his neck and he made a face (I think that maybe that was his thinking face, I have no freaking idea what to call it).

“You don’t get your wings until you help at least one lost soul or somebody who is in need of help of other importance. Only God can decide who… Only then can you. It shows you are a pure soul, one who wants to help.” He just glanced at me, hoping (CLEARLY) that I understood.

“I’ve seen movies about cra—stuff like that. Heh… So the movies on this stuff is true?” He looked at me for a second confused. OH YEAH. He hasn’t been around to actually watch those kind of movies and actually know what it means. Crap… Nice one there Ty.. “Nevermind Lane… Sorry… ANYWAY.. Soooo…. We go to God now?”

He looked at me angrily, “Remember I have to tell you the rules? I told you at least once dude.”

Whoops.

“Sorry, go right ahead..” I tried to make myself look at least a little bit shorter so he couldn’t see me. I mean, I was short enough as it is… Or is he just really tall?

“Okay, Rule One: Don’t ever use the Lord’s name in vain while being an angel… Or ever for that matter. Rule Two: Do not hurt one another physically or mentally. Rule Three: Obey God at all times. (Even if it seems wrong, he has his reasons for everything, believe me Ty) Rule Four: Do not disrespect another. There is no reason for it.” He glared at me for a minute (taught me something there… Geeze..) “Rule Five: ….Do not get involved with Satan unless you get God’s permission and bring your advisor with you.”

…..Why would anybody ever want to do that??

“Okay, I get it. That’s it?”

He scratched the back of his neck, “Count the Ten Commandments and yah, that’s pretty much it.”

“Alright, going to Heaven and meeting God then?” I looked up and smiled at him.

He smiled back and nodded. “You ready?”


Never been more ready in my life or death.

Katherine.

Monday, 2:52 pm. School parking lot.

Once I got out of school, I ran straight to the car and tried to get the key in the ignition, but for some reason my hands didn't want to respond. I sat in the car with my head on the wheel and sighed.

Apparently everybody had watched the news this morning about Ty dying. Reality really struck me today, and I'm really starting to hate it. When I saw Ty yesterday night, I was hoping it was all a dream. When I woke up this morning, I sat up bed like any other day hoping I woke up from a simple nightmare.. Then I ate my Fruit Loops and turned on the news. I realized then, this was all real. I was awake for this nightmare.

Today, everybody told me how sorry they were but only one person was there for me today, and that was shy, bashful Phillip. He'd actually walked in the girl's bathroom and talked to me and wiped my tears. (He made sure nobody was in there and he locked the door.) He had talked to me and helped me a little, but nothing could help me right now..

Unless you can raise the dead, that is.

Ty.

Heaven.

As I walked through the gates I realized this wasn't the Heaven everybody interpreted. Like, clouds & tons of pretty singing angels everywhere. It had beautiful bamboo floors, a fireplace & an ocean off to the side. Off in the distance I could see some angels but only through 1 open window that seemed to be floating.

I looked up at Him. He was beautiful.. amazingly extraordinary... No.. Those words can't describe it perfectly..

Then it hit me: Perfect. Just.. Perfect.

He seemed to look like my father when he was younger.. Not like how paintings depict him as. He had short blonde hair, auburn eyes, tan, but not too tan, skin, & a clean beard.

I bowed before Him and looked up slightly to see He had His hand out for me to get up.

At this point I was trying to decide whether to take His hand. Stupid, yes.. But it was hard to explain why I had a nagging feeling to not take His hand.


So I ignored the nagging feeling and took His hand.

Katherine.

Monday, 3:27 pm. School parking lot.

TAP. TA. TAP. TAP.

I rose my head up, slightly confused, I looked right then left.

Phillip was standing by the window, looking in at me, clearly waiting for me to roll down the window. So, I did.

"Umm.. Hey Phill--"

"Let me get in the car. Now. Please. I'll tell you on the way." He stared at me hard waiting for an answer.

I stared blankly at him out of pure shock. I wasn't use to him acting like this. I finally seemed to snap out of it, "Uh.. Yeah, get in. It's unlock--"

He ran all the way around the car, opened the door dramatically, and irritatingly slammed the door, "DRIVE."

I rolled up the window, looked forward, and looked at him with distaste, "You may have helped me today, but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like this."

He stared at me like I was stupid, looked frustrated, and then tried his best to go back to being a little calmer, "Please drive your car away from here as soon as possible. I am trying not to explode from freaking out right now. Thanks." He pointed in the rear-view mirror.


Shelby.

Ty.

Somewhere.

I was frozen