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"I'm going now!" I yelled into the lounge room. My voice rebounded from the ceramic floor tiles and the white gleaming walls. Sunshine streamed through the window walls and I felt more alive than I ever had. Gran sat in the corner of the old sofa and stared at me with old wistful eyes.

"You'll see your first angel today", she joked, the soft voice tumbling through the air.

"Gran!" I shook my head smiling.

I remembered something she said before. When you feel all the air pushing at you, that is when you open your third eye and see all the faeries and angels. It was a classic tale she used to tell me, weaving it into my childhood life. I believed it when I was a little girl, trying to do everything to open that third eye. But now, as I was older I stopped consciously trying to see. The story and the memory, it was just something of a fairytale, like an old teddy bear to be cuddled against in bed. Gran and I joked a lot about seeing angels, sharing that old life. Sometimes I'd wonder whether she saw an angel in her life or whether it was all real. No wonder she looked sad today.

I grabbed my sports bag, waved a couple of short waves to the figure in the sofa and ran out onto the street. The street was lively and colorful. There were so many people. I smiled and waved at a woman and her small child. I saw the shine in their eyes. "We're going to win today," I whispered to myself as I walked briskly down the street towards the courts. My face was split into a huge smile. It was just an extremely happy day and I danced in the twirling spirit.

I reached the next street and ran around the bend of the side path near the busy road to reach the outside volleyball courts. Faith's dad walked past me on the way and pointed behind the wire fence and trees to the courts where groups of girls talked and laughed.

"Faith's right there" he said as I rushed past.

"Thanks", I called back and continued quickly to the entrance, ducking hanging branches, treading on a grassy lawn littered with leaves and squinting at the emerging clear, bright courts.

Girls were sharing secrets and laughs along the sides, and teachers and coaches watched the progressing games from the wooden benches enthusiastically. Colorful balls were spinning and leaping in the air from one eager hand to another. The early morning was full of shouts and cheers.

I spotted Faith in the crowd of excitement and spirit. She sat alone, cross-legged on the sunlit grass outside the boundary near a group of chattering girls, head

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