“Tough day?” the winged creature sitting on the cloud next to the check-in gate asked as a tardy friend dragged in.
“Like you wouldn’t believe. I think that kid has a death wish,” the winged friend confessed.
“Better yours than mine,” the first winged creature lowered his voice, “I think mine might be you-know-who in the flesh.”
“What makes you say that? You’re done early everyday,” the friend prodded.
“Because the kid shuts himself up in his room after school everyday and doesn’t come out until morning. He’s not doing homework; I’ve seen his grades.”
“Think we should tell Him?”