Underfield Angels

• Mia Grundy
• Short Story
• 2014

My Worst Nightmare- Underfield Angels
‘Sometimes I forget what is in reality and what isn’t’
And as I walked through that cornfield on the way home from school every day, not once did one of those hundreds of people who walk there ever talk to me. But today, was different, very
}different & my suspension got the better of me again.
“Well hello hello Miss…. Grundy is it?” Asked Mr Brooks, a friends of Mums who lives in our neighbourhood, I like to know him as the mini-constructer since he builds doll houses.
“Oh uh..hi Mr Brooks, just call me Mia by the way.” I tell him.
“Okay, Mia, you were just the person I was looking. You see, sometimes I get bored of making little kiddy dolly houses, so I have created a life sized, underground house just for you kids and teens!” He said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes, you should take a look”, he advises smiling.
Yes I was highly curious but something made me chizzle down my spine about Mr Brooks. “Actually Mr Brooks, I think Mums expecting me home right now and I’m already late, maybe another time”, I say.
“Oh okay”, he frowned.
“It’s just I worked so hard and you would be the first to see it”, he insisted.
I thought for a second and said, “I guess I have a little bit of time”, trying to smile.
He grinned back.
He guided me across the cornfield to planks of wood pieces underground which created stairs . I slowly climbed down to see a kid’s room of golden lights, statues, board games and refreshments on little shelves that were all fluro to stand out.
“Take a drink”, he said.
“Oh uh no thanks, I’m not really thirsty”, I say stuttering a bit.
“Be polite and drink some”, he said firmly.
I had a tiny sip feeling a banging for a second like a dagger.
“I-I have to go home now Mr Brooks, Mum’s waiting”, I said now shaking.
“Oh please stay a bit longer, you are beautiful you know that?” He said with a frowning face.
I paused as he glared at me and I leant my head down a bit. 5,4,3,2,1, I ran for my life half way up the stairs determined and desperate to get out as he attempts to grab my leg . I spill my drink all over my face but the drowsiness from that one sip made me lose half of my eyesight. I keep running and running across the cornfield but I fall.
My head is banging like a road of elephants but I manage to sit up on a heavenly like grass field. The sun is shaped into a perfect sphere and the temperature was angelic and everything looks so clear, bold and colourful! Where am I though? I look around and I see my Dad in a distance.
“DAD!” I scream.
He looked around as if he had heard something with a confused face but walked away after a few seconds. I start shaking realizing what has happened. I look at my refection in a clear blue lake that surrounds this place but all I could see was a clear statue of glass and wings on it’s back that looked exactly like me….Oh wait it was me! I have turned into an angel, does that mean I’m…de-de-dea-dead?! But this place is isolated, is this what heaven is really like?
I then realised what had happened, I am a dead angel and Mr Brooks had spiked my drink and killed me. I can see below on the world, every speck of it, but they can’t see me for their limit is space. I have left the world….
A long day passed and night entered in this heaven and will never be the same again. Tonight I watched my Mum crying herself to sleep next to Dad who was shaking and my gorgeous sister writing suicidal notes.
“This is his entire fault, BRING ME BACK!” I scream.
I cry and cry and cry that night watching my family struggle with no way to help. I felt stupid and wanted to jump back into my room at home, but I couldn’t and it was impossible. After a long 5 hours of crying I go to sleep in the clouds and my wings give me warmth for my back.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
I hear a sound, but what was it? I slowly open my eyes and look around. The cloud didn’t feel as soft anymore but wait, is that my Justin Bieber poster hanging directly across the wall?! And is that my Iphone making that same annoying alarm sound. Is this m-my room?! OMG, I’m back home!
I run downstairs and hug my Mum who looks confused.
“What is this all for?” she asks.
“Don’t you remember, I was dead and an angel with wings!?” I say confused.
She laughed and said, “Oh kids and their imaginations these days, you just had a bad dream sweety”.
She pats my head and gives me my school bag.
“Bye Mum, love you!” I say.


I smiled and as an old kid’s movie told me, ‘it was only just a dream’. I was never an angel in heaven.