Quincy and The Angel Isaiah

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QUINCYANDTHEANGELISAIAH

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A.Allen-Jones


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ONE

Theballeduppieceofpaperrolledfromonesideof

hisfeettowardthenext.Quincyfelthisheaddropping

downward,andhegrewboardoflisteningtothesame

voicesanswerthesamequestions.Hestruggledtopay

attentionandfoundthathewasmuchmoreoccupiedbythe

paperunderhisfeetthanhewaswiththeclasslecture.

Itwasthesamescene,differentyear,headsspun

aroundandpencilstwiddledinMrs.Konansfifthgrade

Englishclass.Shehadcomebackthisyearwithmore

tenacitythanbefore,bentonhavingthemostcreative

writingclassatSmithElementaryHigh.

Pencilsdown!shedemanded,asshestrolledaround

theclassroom.Wemustbepreparedtoallowour


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creativitytotakecontrolofourminds.Shesaid,

makingaflowingmotionwithherhands,somethingshe

alwaysdidwhensheconductedherlesson.

Rightaway,atleastseemedthatMr.Konanhas

pickeduponQuincyslackofinterest.Shewalkedright

byhisdesk,stoodthereandlookeddown,staringatthe

emptypieceofnotebookpaperonhisdesk.

QuincysighedandlookedupatMrs.Konan,hedid

hisbesttomusterasmile,pickeduphispencil,and

beginforcingwordsonthepaper.

TheclassroomgrewquietandMrs.Konanssystematic

scanofherstudentswasaremindertokeepthepencils

flowing.Quincystillfoughttofindhiswordsandhis

fidgetingappearedtobelikeabellcallingthecattle

home,orworsethanthat,Mrs.Konanbecomingawarethat

hiswordswerenotflowing.

Fromherdesk,Mrs.KonanzeroedinonQuincy.She

grimaced,Quincy,areyouwriting?

Ijustcantthinkofanythingtowrite,Quincy

shookhisheadandthrewhiarmsupinfrustration,I


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dontknowwhyIhavetodothis.

YouhavetobecauseIsayyouhaveto,snarled

Mrs.Konan,asherglassesdangledfromthetipofher

noseandabitofhercherry-redlipstickspreadoffthe

cornersofhermouth.Youhavebeenplacedinthisclass

forareasonandandyouwilldoexactlyasIdirectyou

to.

Mrs.KonanlookedoveratMaggieHutchins,the

self-proclaimedqueenofthestudentclass.Kidsflocked

toMaggielikeshewasthelastbottleofwaterinthe

desert.Shewasalsotheheftieststudentinthefifth

grade.Somehowshehadmanagedtogetbeyondthenormal

monotonyofobesityjokes.Shewasnevercriticizedor

questionaboutherweight;infactitwasforallintense

purposeanunmentionable.Sheboastedonlosingpound

hereandthere,eventhoughshewasoftenseenatthe

localicecreamparlorhavingmorethanherservingsof

icecream.Yetnoonewasallowedtomentiontheobvious.

Quincyattemptedtostatehisreasoning,butitwas

nouse.MaggiehadbeguntopraiseMrs.Konansclassand

doherusualImperfectperformance.


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IthinkthisisthebestclassIveevertaken,

Mrs.Konan.

WhythankyouMaggie,Mrs.Konansaid,turning

backandfrowningatQuincy.Youcantellthatyour

parentsaredoingafinejobplantingtheimportanceof

educationinyou.

Yes,Mrs.Konan,MaggielookedatQuincyand

giggled,Myparentsdo.

Maggiewasalwaysbuddinginconversationstobring

praiseonherself.Shewasthemostcompetitivestudent

intheseventhgradeandtookprideinrubbinginothers

face.

Quincy,whydontyoureadthebeginningofyour

story?

QuincytookadeepsighandglaredatMaggie;he

thoughtforasecondandbegantorecitesomethingother

thanwhathehadwritten.Theyounggirlateyetanother

icecreamsundae

Quincy!Mrs.Konanscreamed,Intothehall,now!

TherestoftheclasslookedoveratMaggie,who

begantomakeafaceasifsheweregoingtocry.Someof


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thechildrenstartedtosnicker,promptingMrs.Konanto

turnandissueasharpglare.Iwillnothaveany

talking!Read,everyone!

Onceinthehallway,Quincyleanedagainstthe

lockersandawaitedMrs.Konansusualadmonishment.He

wasfullyawareofwhathedid,butMaggiedeservedit.

Youngman,Mrs.Konan,stoodinfrontofhim,

heavyglares,armscrossed,andfeettapping,Justwhat

givesyoutherighttobesoterriblycruel?

I-

Whatkindofpersonwishestobringpainon

another?snappedMrs.Konan,Maggiehasworkedvery

hardtoridherselfofherfat,Imeanextraweight.You

mustntmakejokesaboutitanymore.Doyouunderstand?

QuincystaredatMrs.Konan,hewantedtoaskher

aboutMaggiesentireattempttoprovokehim,butheknew

itwasnouse.

Yes,Mrs.Konan,respondedQuincy,Iwontnot

makefunofMaggieanymore.

Mrs.Konan,uncrossedherarms,adjustedher


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Allen,stoppedandwalkedbacktoQuincy,Quincy,we

loveyouandjustwantyoutodowell.Justtry,ok?

Ok,Quincysaid,lookingdownatthegroundtrying

tohidethetearsthatweltedinhiseyes.

Allright.Thingswillgetbetter,Ipromise.Mr.

Allenstoppedoutsidehiscar,SorryIcantgiveyoua

lift,butIvegottomakeupthishourofworkImissed.

IllseeyouathomeandQuincy,gostraighthome.

Yes,dad,Quincysvoicedroppedoffashe

answered.

ThewalkhomeforQuincyseemedlongerthanusual.

Foraslongasheremembered,healwayshadahardtime

makingfriends.Quincywasquiteabitsmallerthanother

boyshisage.HismotheralwaystoldhimthatGodhada

specialgrowthspurtinmindforhim.Hejustwantedto

belikeeveryoneelse,notthesomeoneeveryoneseemedto

pickon.Hewantedtobesomeonespecial.

AsQuincycutthroughtheHatchwayshortcut,he

heardathumpingcomingfromnearthecreek.Hedashed

overthinkingthatmaybethiswasthedayhewouldrescue


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someoneorfindsomethingthatwouldmakehimspecial.He

stoppedandstaredatthestrangesitebeforehim.

Thereinthemiddlehesawaboystandinginthe

middleofthemeadow.FromwhereQuincystoodtheboy

didntappeartobeanyoneheknew.Hisclotheswere

haggardandhishairappearedscrambledabout.He

appearedtobeaboutthesameageasQuincy,butthere

wassomethingstrangeabouthim.AsQuincymovedcloser,

hecaughtaglimpseofwhatlookedlikewingsonthe

boysback.

Quincycouldfeelhisheartbeatingexcitingly.He

thoughttohimself.Thismustbeajoke.Helooked

aroundtoseeifTerryandhisgangwereinthewings

waitingtojumpout.Hedidntseeanyoneandcarefully

movedcloser.Quincywatchedasthemysteriousboy

reacheddownandscoopedsomeofthemeadowswater.As

heliftedthewatertohismouth,aglowsurroundedhim

andthewingsonhisbackspread.Quincydaredtomove

closer,lookingforahealthierbushtocoverhim.

Ouch!Quincyquicklycroucheddown.Helookedat

hiskneeandcouldseeasmallbitofbloodresulting


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fromthetreebranchhebumpedinto.Helookedupandwas

facetofacewiththemysteriousboy.Ah!Quincyyelled

runningdownthehill.Hedidntstoptolookbackand

ransofasthethoughthewouldfalloutatanymoment.

Quincyfloppeddownonhisfrontporch,tryingto

catchhisbreath.Helookedupandaroundafraidtheboy

hadfollowedhimhome.

Hi,wowyoucamerunninginlikelighting.

Quincytriedtocatchhisbreath,Hi.HiMa.

Mrs.AllenbentdownandkissedQuincyonthejaw.

Well,shefrownedathim,youcantberunningfrom

yourfather.Iunderstandthathewasatschoolearlier?

Yes,QuincystoodupandkissedhisMother,It

wonthappenagain.

Idontthinkitshould.Howsaboutyougoing

upstairsanddoyourhomeworkbeforedinner?Shesmiled,

andwinkedatQuincy.

Okay,Mom,hesaiddashingupthestairsand

feelingabitmorepepinhisstepthanbefore.Ashe

approachedthedoortohisroom,hehesitated.Hismother

hadalmoststrippedawaythefearhehadearlierfelt


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Two

Hourslater,Quincylayinhisbedlookingupat

theglowingplasticstarshangingfromhisceiling.

Dinnerwasshort;theadmonishmentfromhisparentswould

beabitlonger.Heknewhowitwent.Hisfatherwould

start,andhismotherwouldaddinmore,andhewould,at

least,bythedisappointingtonesknowthatwhathedid

waswrong.Quincystiffensupabitasheheardtheknock

athisdoor...

Canwecomein?

Yes.Quincyknewhehadlittlechoice.

Quincysparentsstoodinthedoorwayofhisroom.

Quincythoughtaboutsaying,Canwetalklater?but

knewthatthequestionwasrhetorical.Insteadhetighten

uphisbottomlipandtookabigsighmuchlikehewas

preparingtogointoawrestingringknowinghewasabout

tolose.

Quincysparentssatnexttohim,oneoneachside.


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Tap,tap

Quincyturnedtowardthewindow.Hedidntsee

anything,buthishopeswereescalating,andhecould

feeltheexcitementboilingupinhim.Quincyremembered

howhefeltearlierwhenhemettheangel.Hecautiously

movedtowardthewindow,andcouldseetheoutlineofa

lightfiguremovingtowardhim.Wow.Hestared,

beginningtosmile.

ThewindowbegantoslowlyopenandQuincystood

back.Abright,softlightlithisroom.Quincys

curiosityhadnowturnedtofearandhehurriedbackto

hisbedduckingunderthecovers.Hepeeredhisheadout

fromthecovers,andwatchedastheangelfloatedinhis

roomandsatperchedonthewindowseal.Quincythought,

allofthescarybookshereadcautionedhimtonotgoto

thewindow.

Quincyedgedoffthebed,pickeduphishockey

stick,andinchedtowardthewindow.Hewonderedifhe

shouldyellforhisparents,butquicklyexcusedthat

actionknowingthatifnothingwerethere,hewouldbe


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mightbeaccusedofplayingevenmoregames.Hecreptup

bywindow.Augh!Quincydashedbackinbedandthrew

thecoversoverhishead.

Quincysparentsranintotheroom.Whatisit?

hisparentsaskedstandinginthedoorwithsheerlookof

fearontheirface.Whyareyouyelling?

Quincytookthecoversoffhisfaceandglanced

towardthewindow.Helookedoverathisfatherand

mother#.IthoughtIsawsomethinginmywindow.

Quincysfatherlookedathimandfrowned.His

mothersmiledandwalkedtowardhim.

Honey,begunQuincy'smother,shushinghisfather,

Quincy,itstimetogotobed.Agoodnightsleepwill

helpyouinschool.Sheleanedoverandkissedhimon

theforehead.Gobrushyourteethandputyourpajamas

on.

Ok,MaUh.GoodnightDad,Quincysaid,ashis

fathergavehimadisconcertinglook.

GorighttosleepQuincy.hisfatheraddedmoreof

acommandratherthanabidgoodnight.

Quincywaitedforaminutetomakesurehisparents


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weregone.Hepickeduphishockeystickandmovedover

tothewindow.Hedidntseeanythingandwhispered

slightly.

Angel,hespoke,softly.

Withoutwarning.Quincywasfacetofacewiththe

mysteriousboy.HestaredQuincydirectlyinhisface.

Quincycouldnthelptonotice,hehadthemostbeautiful

skinandhiseyeswereabeautifullightbrown,helooked

atQuincy,smiled,andhiswingsslowlyspread.The

lookedawhiteassnowandhadasparkletothemThe

AngelsmiledatQuincyandtheninnthesplitofasecond

hewasgone.

Quincyflungthewindowopen,stickinghisheadout

andyelling.Wait!Angel!Comeback!

Quincy!Isthatyouyellingagain,Fathershoutedfrom

thebottomofthestairs.

Quincyquicklylookedaround.No-noDad,Iwasjust

sayinggoodnight.

Quincycouldhardlygetreadyforbedwithout

thinkingabouttheangel.Afterheputhispajamason,he


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wenttothewindowandlookedoutonceagain.He

whispered.Angel.Angel,areyouthere?Therewasno

answer,nosignoftheangel.Quincylayinhisbed,

closedhiseyes,andhopedthatifhehaddreamedthe

angel,itwouldhappenagain.Hehoped.


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EverymorningTerryandhisgroupwouldengagein

aggressivelyphysicalgamesandforcethesmallerkidsto

getinvolved.Terryandhisfewfollowerscomprisedthe

onlythingcloseenoughtoagangatSmith.Theydashed

fromsidetoside,swattingthefewsmallkidsasthey

dodgedbeingtag.Quincyknewifevenapproachedthearea

thathewouldbecomethetaggedonefortherestofthe

game.

Heybud!

HeyJeremy!Quincyturnedandhisprevioussmug

demeanorquicklyturnedintoafeelingofrelief.Wow,

youweregoneforever.

Yes,yes,JeremyshushedQuincy,Dontgosaying

thattooloud.Ihadtodrinkabitofcastoroilto

extendthevacation.Jeremywinkedathimandgave

thumbsuptohislatest,schooldodgingtactic.

QuincyandJeremyhadbeenfriendssince

kindergarten.LikeQuincy,Jeremywassmallforhissize,

butyoucouldnttell.Hewouldstanduptoanyone,big

orsmall.HelivedafewblocksfromQuincywithhis


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motherandbrothers.Healwaysappearedtobeupbeat,

somethingQuincyadmiredabouthim,andextremely

confidentinhimself.

So,whatsbeengoingon?Iheardyougotinabit

ofjambecauseofheftyMaggie.Jeremyraisedhisvoice,

glancingoveratMaggieandherfriendshuddledinthe

corner,whisperingaboutwhoknowswhat.

Yeah,Igotadetentionandmyfolkswerenttoo

happywithme.Quincyshrugged,butitwasworthit.

Theybothlaughed.

Ah,Jeremysaid,nottoworry,itallblowsover.

Trustme.

Thebusrolledupandthekidsallpiledin.Terry

andhiscrewshovedothersinfrontofthem,takingtheir

dailybullyingseriously.Jeremylookedupatthemand

turnedtoQuincyandsmiled.

Watchthis.Hemadehiswaythroughandslipped

rightpassedTerry.

Hey,youwanttostartsomeproblems.Terrystood

overJeremygivingithisbesttosoundtentimestougher

thanhewas.


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Jeremy,pulleduphissleeves,stoodonthetipof

histoes,andsnarledatTerry,Hey,youwanttostart

something?hemocked.

Allrightthatsenough.Thebusdrivershooed

TerryandJeremytotheirseats.Quincyploppedinthe

seatnexttoJeremy.HelookedbackatTerrywhowas

poundinghisfistintohishand.

ManJeremy,IthinkTerrywantstosmashyou.

QuincyquicklyglancedbackatTerrywhoglaredathim.

Ohyep,Jeremystoodupandlookedbacktoward

Terry,Heaintanythingbutair,hesaidflippingback

intohisseat,Ihope,hesaid,lettingoutaroaring

laugh.

QuincylookedatJeremyashewaslaughing.He

thoughthowhewishedthathecouldbecarefreeand

daringenoughtodowhatJeremydid.Yet,hestruggled

withtrulystandinguptoTerryandhisgang.Hewasnt

knowntorunawayfromafight,well,hejustrathernot

engagesinone.Yet,hewasthrilledthatJeremywasback

atschool.

Takeaseat!thebusdriveryelled,causingthe


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lastfewstudentstoquicklyplopdowninthenearestbus

seat.

Asthebusbeginitsreturndestination,Quincy

couldhearJeremytalkingaboutthecoolpicturehedrew

inArts,buthismindwasfaraway.Hethoughtaboutwhat

hemighthaveseenyesterday.Hestillwasconvincedthat

themysticalvisionwasreal.Howcoulditbe?Thistype

ofexcitementandadventurewasprettymuchimmuneto

him...

Ooh,sowhat,ImreallyscaredTerry!

Jeremy.Hey,listenIhavesomethingtotellyou,

really.

Quincywasrippedfromhistrainofthoughtbythe

blipofsomethinghittinghimonthesideofhisface.

Quincyreachedupandgrimacedatthethoughtoftouching

Terryspitfilledpaperwadpercheduponthesideofhis

facelikeadreadedzit.Heslowlyreachedupandquickly

flickedthewadfromhisface.Yuk!

Yep,yes,holdonjustasec,Jeremy,balledupa

wadofwetpaperandthrewithittingTerrydirectlyin


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theforehead,Yep,gothim!

Jeremy!Youredeadwhenwegetoffthisbus!

Terryyelled,franticallywipingoffhisforehead.Jeremy

turnedaroundandsloucheddownintheseat.Laughing,

Hesgoingtokillme;weregoingtohavetorunfor

it.

Okay,justlisten.Quincytookalargeswallow,

andbeggedJeremytolistentohim.Okay-Quincysighed

andthoughttohimselfforasecond.Heknewwhathewas

abouttosaywouldsoundextremelycrazy,butifJeremy

didntbelievehim,whowould?

Alrightthen,justspititout.Heythatsfunny,

spit.Jeremylaughed.

Okay,QuincyturnedtofaceJeremy.Hebeganto

pleadwithhim,Nowlook,noonecanknowwhatImabout

totellyou.Hetookadeepbreath,Yesterday,I...-

Iseensomething.

JeremylookedatQuincyandresponded,Likewhat,

themoon?Dudeyoureactingreallyweird.

Imserious#thinkIseen-

Jeremystoodupandlookeduptowardthefront,Oh


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man,itsmystop.Sorrybuddy,wellhavetotalklater,

Ivegotrunforit!Jeremydashedoffthebus,Terry

andhisgangpursuedhim.

Heslumpedbackinthebusseat,Ohgreat!

AsQuincywalkedhome,heslowlyriddedhimselfof

beingmadatJeremy.AllthathewantedwasforJeremyto

listentohim.Ashereachedhome,heslowlydragged

himselfuptheporchstairs.Hedroppedhisbookbagon

thefloorofhisroomandploppeddowninhisbed.Hewas

frustratedthathewouldhavetowaitanotherdaybefore

hecouldconfideinanyone.

Ashelayinbedhethoughtoverwhathadtaken

placeoverthelasttwodays.Wasithisimagination?

Maybehewasrepressinghisproblemshewashavingin

schoolwithcreatingamake-believeperson.

So,howwasschool?

Quincyjumpedup.SeatednearhiswindowwastheAngel.

Hethoughtaboutgoingthroughtherubbingofeyes,

screamingforhisparents,orrunning,butnotthistime.

Hewascommittedtofacingthisvision,realor

make-believe.Quincysteppedafewinchesclosertoward


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theAngel.Hisvoicequiveredashespoke,Wh-Whatis

yourname?

Isaiah!I,s,a,I,a,h,Icanspell.Hesaid,giving

ahugesmile.

Uh-thatsgood.Quincysteppedbackandsatonhis

bed.Hisrecentlyfoundcouragewaswavering.Whyare

youhere?

Isaiahhumpedhisshoulders,Idontknow.They

donttellmemuch,notatfirst.Isaiahlookedaround

QuincysroomandpointedtoaposterofMichaelJordan

onhiswall.Whatsthat?

QuincylookedoverwhereIsaiahwaspointing,You

meanJordan?

WhatsaJordan?Isthatliketheriver?

Quincyshookhisheadandwonderedhowanyone,evenan

angelcouldntknowwhoMichaelJordanwas.Jordan,

MichaelJordan,onlythegreatestbasketballplayerof

alltime.

Inoneswiftmovement,Isaiahglidedovertothe

poster,itwaslikeabreezethatdidntevenexist


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carriedhim.

Hey!Quincyjumpedback,Youwanttowarnme

beforeyoudothat?

IsaiahlookedatQuincyandgiggled.Hisgigglewas

magical,itsentabitofvibrationthroughouttheroom

andQuincylaughedwithhim.

Howdidyoudothat?Quincyasked.

What?

Howdidyoumakemelaughsoeasily?

Quincy,calledhismotherstandingoutsidethe

door,Whyisthisdoorlocked?

QuincylookedoveratIsaiahwhowasseatedonhisbed,

hugesmileonhisface,andlookingasifnothinginthe

worldmattered.

Quincy,openthisdoorrightnow!

Quincyscrambled,rushingIsaiahtowardthecloset,

Hurry,Icantletmymomseeyou!Hurryup,getinthe

closet.

IsaiahgiggledagainatQuincy,ashetriedtopush

Isaiahintheclose.Isaiahswingsblockedhisefforts.

Whatareyoulaughingabout,Quincycomplainedpushing


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Isaiahswingsdown..

Quincyheardthesoundofclicking,andwithahand

stillonIsaiahswing,helookedoveratthedoorashe

beguntoslowlyopen.Quincy,puthishandoverhiseyes

andwaitedforhismothersshriek.

ThedooropenandQuincysmothersteppedintothe

roomwithapileofclothesinherhand.Heknewitwould

bebad,shewouldprobablyevenfaint.Hepeeredthrough

hisfingersandnoticedmotherhangingtheclothesinhis

closet.HelookedovertowardhisbedwhereIsaiah

remained,lookingathimwiththesamecarefree,harmless

grin.

Okay,Quincy,makesureyouputyoursocksinthe

drawer,andmatchthemupright,andnomorelockingof

thedoor.

Quincysmotherstartedoutthedoor.Shestopped

lookedaroundtheroomyouknow,youreroomseems

awfullybrighttoday.Shesmiledandlefttheroom.

Quincyshookhisheadinamazementandwalkedover

andsatonhisbednexttoIsaiah.Howdidyoudothat?

WhydidntmyMomseeyousittinghere?


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Isaiahhumpedhisshouldersagain,Idontknow...

heshookhishead,theydonttellmemuch.

Okay,okay,youvealreadytoldmethat...isthere

anythingtheydidtellyou?

Isaiahstoodupandstretched.Hiswingsexpandedashe

raisedhishandupandstretched.Heyawnedandyoucould

hearabeautifulmusicalsound.Itwaslikeharpsand

littledrizzleofarainfall.

Wow!Howdidyoudothat?

IsaiahwalkedovertoQuincyandputhishandson

hisshoulder.Hesmiledandhistouchwastender.LikeI

said,

QuincyandIsaiahsimultaneously,Idontknowthey

donttellmemuch!

Theybothfellbackonthebedandlaughed.Quincy

hadneverfeltsofree,happy;hecouldntbelievethe

affectIsaiahwashavingonhim.Hefeltasifhecould

leapthetallestbuildingintheworld.Noonehada

specialpersonlikehedid.Noonethatheeverknewhad

anAngel!


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Quincysatupandgrabbedapackofcandyoutofhis

dresserdrawer.HetookIsaiahshandandturneditover

tocuffithashepouredsomecandyinhishand.As

QuincypouredthecandyinIsaiahshand,hiseyeswiden.

Rainbow!

Quincylookedcloserandinthesmallpalmof

Isaiahshandthecoloredcandyhadturnedintoasmall

rainbowinhishand.Quincyshookhishead,Thats

amazing!

Isaiahscoopedthecandyoutofhishandandplaced

itinthepalmofQuincyshand.Quincylookeddownand

tohisamazementarainbow,justliketheonehe

witnessedinIsaiahshand,appearedinthepalmofhis

hand.Isaiahlookedathimandgiggled.Rainbow?Quincy

slowlymovedhishandtowardhismouthandlickedthe

palmofhishand,Ittastesjustlikethecandy!

Isaiahopenshishandandplacedafewmoreofthe

candiesintohispalm,lickedhishandandgiggled,

Rainbow!

Quincythoughtforaminute.Hegotit!Isaiahwas

tellinghimsomething.Wait,areyousayingthata


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rainbowtastelikecandy?

Isaiahwassilentforamomentandhiswingssoftly

flutter,asuresignofhisthoughtprocess,No;he

shookhishead,candytasteslikerainbow.

Oh,Quincygrinned,Igetit,liketheeggand

chicken

Huh,chicken?

Youknowlikewhichcamefirst,Quincywavedoff

theconversation,justforgetthat.Icantbelievea

rainbowtasteslikecandy.Areyouabsolutelysure?

IsaiahsmiledatQuincy,lookedtowardthewindow

andwatchedasthedoorsslowlyopened.Quincyslowly

walkedovertothewindow.Isaiahfloatedovertothe

window.Hiseyesclosed,andwithoutspeakingasmile

appeared.

Quincywhispering,Isaiah?Heheardthemusic

again.Thesunlightturnedintoasoftbluehaze.Isaiah

turnedtoQuincy.

Quincy.Hesaidwithagentlenessthatsmoothed

anyfearorconfusion,words,notouch.

Isaiahdontgo.


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ImnotQuincy.

WithinsecondsIsaiahdrifteroutthewindowand

disappearedasquickly.Quincywalkeduptothewindow

hopingtoseeatraceofIsaiah,buthedidnt.Asthe

sunlightreappeared,hefeltthesmalldripsofrainfall

onhiswindowledge.Aseachraindropdissolveditdidso

withasweetsound.Quincyssadnessdisappearedandhe

knewthateventhoughhecouldntseeIsaiah,hehadnt

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QuincysatatthelunchtablenexttoJeremy.He

wasntatallinterestedinhislunch,notevenwithit

beingtacos,andheabsolutelylovetacos.Hethought

aboutIsaiahandhowhewishedhedtalkedhiminto

staying.

Wow!Jeremypointedathistray.canyoubelieve

this,twoidenticallengthofcheeseshreds.

QuincyleanedoverandlookedatJeremystray,he

wasright,buttodaythatdidntevenimpresshim.He

noddedandwentbacktofiddlingwiththefoodonhis

tray.

Whatswrong,yougotproblems?Jeremyasked

stuffinghismouthfulloffood.

QuincywatchedJeremyashestuffedhismouthwith

evenmorefood,HowdoIknowifIhaveproblems?

Oh,thatseasy,Jeremysaid,mouthfull.all

yougotdoisseeasink.

Asink?Quincyasked,scratchinghishead,


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somethingconfusionalwaysseemtowanttomakehimdo.

Yeah,youknow,Jeremymadeawindingsignalwith

hishands.sink,doctor,youknow.

ThebellrangandQuincyandJeremyrushedupbehind

therestofthestudentstotossawaytheirhalf-eaten

lunchesandhurrybacktoclass.

Moveit!Terrydemanded,pushingQuincyfromthe

line.

Quincyjuggledthetrayinhishandsdesperately

tryingtokeepitfromfalling.Jeremyreachedoutto

helphim,butitwastoolate.Thefoodfelloverhis

clothesleavingasaucymess.Theotherstudentserupted

inlaughter,andTerrystoodbesideQuincylaughing.

JeremyreachedontohistrayandhandedQuincyan

openmilkcarton,sharingonlyeyecontact,andwiththe

tenacityofanarmysoldier,theybothdumpedthemilk

andtrayontopofTerryshead.

Augh!Terryexclaimed,standingclosedfistand

amongtheotherpiecesoffood,milkdrippedfromhis

face.


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AsJeremylaughed,QuincywalkedclosertoTerryand

said,So,howsitfeelTerry?

Imgoingtotearyouapart,Terryyelledmoving

towardQuincy.

Thatllbeenough,Mr.Henderson,thelunchroom

monitorstoodbetweenQuincyandTerry.whatsthisall

about?

TerryangrilypointedatQuincy,Hepouredmilk

overme!

Hestartedit,Quincysaidglaringrightbackat

Terry.HehadgrowntiredofTerrybullyingandwithhis

disappointmentofnotseeingIsaiah,Terryhadchosenthe

wrongdaytobullyhim.

Mr.HendersontookoneofTerrysarmandreached

outandgrabbedQuincys,hemarchedthembothto

PrincipalTanbeysoffice.

AsQuincysatinthecoldwoodenchair,heknewwhat

wascoming,oneofhisparentswouldcomein,hehoped

forhismotherthistime,hewouldgetdetention,and

groundedyetagain.Yethispunishmentwasntsomething

thatconcernedhim.HehardlyknewIsaiah,buthewished


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strongposition.HeknewthewindcamefromIsaiah.He

wasexcitedashelookedaround,andsureenough,right

thereinthewindowwasIsaiah,hesmiled,droppedhis

headabit,andspreadhiswings.AsQuincysattention

turnedtothebeautyofIsaiahswings,heknewthathe

hadjustgivenhimyetanothergift,peace.


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