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    Imagine
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    Imagine

    By Anne M Angell

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    Children age 9-12
    Book Four of the Angel Series
    Books are to be read, possibly experienced. Devon, Brad, and Tina never thought that opening up a book could become more real than anything they could have imagined. In heaven, nothing is impossible. With one adventure after another, they discovered the joy of reading in a new and exciting way. A lost book from heaven's library takes them on a journey that will impact their lives forever.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnne M Angell
    Release dateAug 9, 2011
    ISBN9781466169425
    Imagine
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    Anne M Angell

    Truth be told, I like to write and help people. As a Christian and after teaching the bible for over twenty years, I decided that the main obstacle to overcome in class was the constant confusion by the students. Most had an opinion or belief that had little if anything to do with the Bible. So, I decided to take them back to the beginning. I have always maintained that truth of the Word of God manifests. If one doesn't see results, than it is time to figure out where the errs are in their understanding. From this perspective, I began writing in-depth bible study books for anyone who wants to know the Truth. My writings continued as I added children's books, a novel, fiction, and self-help books for teens and young adults. I believe everyone who likes to read can enjoy one of my many books.

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      Imagine - Anne M Angell

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      by

      Anne M. Angell

      Angel Series - BOOK FOUR

      The Angel Series: Imagine

      The Angel Series: Imagine

      All Rights and Copyright December 2010 to Pamela Alexander

      A.K.A. Anne M. Angell

      Published by Anne M. Angell at SMASHWORDS

      ISBN: 978-1-4661-6942-5

      Author of other books at Smashwords:

      The Hidden Treasure of His Heart

      The Promised Land

      Reflection

      Novel: The End, Or Just the Beginning . . . ?

      Bible Study Books:

      For Teens: Frazzled to DAZZLED

      What Do You Do, Once You are Born Again?

      Line Upon Line Precept Upon Precept From Faith to Faith and From Glory to Glory

      No Part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express permission of Pamela Alexander

      ________________________________________

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      No Part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express permission of Pamela Alexander

      * * *

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      CHAPTER ONE

      After finishing his Saturday morning chores, Devon guzzled down a large glass of milk, then licked off his milky mustache and hollered, I’m out of here! Before his parents could have a chance to ask him any questions, he dashed toward the front door and pushed the screen door open. It slammed behind him. He was anxious to meet up with his friends. With all his chores finished, all he had on his mind now were thoughts of fun, friends, and playtime–plenty of play–since he had spent most of the week buried in homework and unending hours of study for tests, which included nearly every subject in class.

      He concluded that teachers conspired together to torture students by putting the students’ brains into major overload. The Algebra test had been especially difficult, with its Xs and Ys, not to mention the fractions, as it taunted him unmercifully to unscramble even one of its mysterious codes. Once he had placed the last answer on the test, it caused him to regret that he had not paid more attention to Mr. Davidson, the Math teacher, who had demonstrated the proper placement of the numbers and letters. By the time he had finished the test, his head hurt. He was certain he would be seeing one of the worst letters of all – an F. Chores would be the least of his worries when his parents received the results of the tests. Until then, his mind was set on getting as far away from chores and books as possible.

      Pausing on the front stoop, Devon breathed in the fresh air of freedom. It felt good not to have anything on his mind except, What to do first? As he took a step off the stoop, he covered his eyes against a ray of sun poking through an opening in the tree branches, which were already bursting with new foliage, as spring was about to come to a close. Ah! he yelled, after his long spindly legs stumbled over the football he had left on the bottom step late last night, after a scrimmage with his friends.

      Nearly twisted my ankle, he moaned, as he bent and rubbed it. Once he regained his footing, he limped across the lawn a bit red-faced—hoping no one had witnessed his not so graceful recovery.

      As he came around the trunk of the large maple tree, Devon spotted his best friends, Tina and Kyle, who were waiting at the end of the driveway. He stood by the tree just long enough to get the dull ache to subside before he took another step.

      Hey, Kyle said as they half-heartedly waved toward him. With zombie-like movements, they sauntered toward him, as if their shoes were made of iron.

      Devon cringed. As always, he was late and he could see it on their faces. By ten o’clock, he was supposed to be done with everything and be ready to meet up with them at the end of his yard. This was their typical routine for a Saturday morning, so he wasn’t surprised to see their less-than-enthusiastic greeting. He could not help being late, since he was a slow riser and was never too eager to see what plans his parents had for him the minute he got out of bed. As always, his friends had made their best efforts to advise him−Get up, get dressed, do your chores, so you get them over with, and we have the rest of the day to hang out and play. Today, as usual, he had not heeded their words and he could tell they were disappointed—again. With his ankle recovered, Devon headed for the sidewalk in front of his house.

      It’s about time, Kyle complained crankily, as he followed Devon down the sidewalk. What took you so long?

      With quick thinking, he decided to divert the blame onto something else, rather than admit he hadn’t taken their weekly advice again. Dad made me clean off the mower blades before I could leave, Devon answered as he lifted the corner of his lip and rolled his eyes back, giving the You-know-what-I-mean understanding look.

      Gotcha, Kyle said with a sympathetic nod.

      With a loose grip on a maple branch that he had picked up from his front yard as he left, Devon plunked it across the boards of Mrs. Phillip’s white picket fence.

      Clunk—clunk— clunk—

      I’m bored, Devon whined as the stick hit the ground after striking the last picket. He sighed heavily as he dragged the branch behind him, which made an annoying scraping sound across the rough pavement.

      Tina, who had been twirling the long strap of her purse around her index finger, chirped, as she burst the bulging-pink bubblegum bubble between her teeth, Well, it’s a beautiful day, today. Let’s do something exciting, since we can’t go back to our homes. She chomped noisily on her gum as she put her head and arm between the straps of her purse and wrapped it around her neck and let it fall to her side. She readjusted the bright-orange purse on her left hip. My mom tried to put me to work, she pointed out. A guilty look crossed her face as she finished, but I ran out before I finished picking up my room. I stuffed everything under my bed. Tina pulled the ends of her pink T-shirt down, and then brushed her hand across the sequin-scripted words, Hot Stuff. She blew another bubble and let it pop—smack!

      I used to do that too, Kyle admitted, as he kicked a loose stone across the sidewalk, but they figured it out and it’s the first place they check now. With his hands tucked into his back pockets, he scrunched his nose and added, It never fails. When Saturday comes, my dad always has a chore for me to do. I don’t know. I think it’s his way of trying to be close. You know—the dad and son thing. Anyway, this morning, I had to help him cut the grass. He slapped Tina lightly on the back as he finished, Yeah! But if it wasn’t for good ol’ Tina showing up when she did, I’d probably be washing the car right now.

      Tina looked over towards him and grinned. That’s what friends are for. They had been friends since they were in Kindergarten and knew each other’s habits and routines.

      For a while anyway, most kids try to be smarter than their parents when it comes to bailing each other out of difficult scraps—like chores, homework, babysitting their younger sibling, (yucky stuff like that). They know just the right things to say and do to keep the parents guessing. Tina felt good about outsmarting Kyle’s parents for the third weekend in a row. She knew she would have to change her plan soon, because, eventually, his parents (as most parents do) would figure out what she was up to, which was to get Kyle out of the house earlier than expected and away from more work. His parents, especially, could always come up with one more thing to do, and she knew it.

      Kyle laughed. His parents were fond of Tina, especially since she was a lonely child and he had become her first friend when she had moved in across the street from his house. They were practically brother and sister, after they had done the spit in the hand and secret handshake, something they still teased each other about often. After the secret ceremony, they had pledged to be loyal to each other forever.

      Now that they were officially teenagers, thirteen to be exact, they weren’t as close as before. Tina was getting too girly for him and he liked to be rough and romp around, something his parents warned him not to do with her anymore. He wasn’t sure when she had

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