“What?” Bailey was incredulous. This so-called angel in front of her was utterly ridiculous. Not because Bailey didn’t believe in angels, she very much did. But because of the incomprehensible reason the angel gave for summoning Bailey from the mortal world.

“I have to go to the afterlife, DIE, because I haven’t made an impact on enough people?!?”

“Yes, Miss Potter, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” the glowing being replied.

Bailey didn’t believe that. She must have had an impact. She had a couple hundred friends on two or three different social media sites. She knew the angel had to be mistaken.

She explained, again, to the angel that she had tons of friends, all of whom would miss her terribly if she was yanked out of the world so soon.

“Tell you what, Miss Potter, we’ll gather those several hundred friends of yours into a large hall, on a party pretext, and we’ll see just how many of them you make an impact upon.”

To Bailey Potter, that sounded like an excellent plan. She’d show that upstart angel that she had tons of friends, each and every one cherishing her as much as she valued them.

The shining light of the angel disappeared as he went to make the arrangements for Bailey’s gathering. Bailey turned back to her vanity mirror and began putting on some party makeup. She wanted to look her very best for her party.

Not long after he’d left, the angel reappeared in Bailey’s room in a shower of glittering sparks. “Alright, Miss Potter, your friends are gathered. If you’re ready?”

The bubbly brunette nodded. She was excited about the party and eager to show the little upstart that he was totally wrong about her.

When the angel popped her into the middle of the large party hall, Bailey was all smiles, happiness shining on her face. A whisper floated to her, “Miss Potter, so that you are sure this is on the up-and-up, I’ve given you a little of my power. You’ll be able to hear thoughts from nearby people that are in reference to you.”

Bailey grinned. She wouldn’t have to worry about explaining a glowing person to her friends. And she’d get to hear all the wonderful things they thought about her.

Bailey Potter set off, into the midst of the party. She greeted friends from high school, friends from work, friends of friends, and friends of family.

After chatting with each one, Bailey would excuse herself and move to the next group. Each time, she listened to the thoughts of her friends as she took her leave. As the night wore on, Bailey grew more and more depressed.

Though the people she talked to were friendly, most of them seemed to not remember her, from anywhere. None of them knew the party was hers. Most assumed she was simply another guest. There were only a few, a scattered handful, who knew who she was.

Bailey retreated to a darkened corner. “Angel,” she called. “Angel, I suppose you were right. Even the friends I had in high school don’t remember me. Did you see there are four of my old boyfriends here? Only two of them remember me. And not fondly.”

“Miss Potter. I’m sorry you had to endure this. But it was the only way. Most of the ineffectual people I take don’t argue as much as you do.”

“Wait!” Bailey had an idea. She darted back out into the crowd. She listened to conversations as she danced through the party. When she came upon a discussion about the most recent superhero movie, she stopped.

Her high school best friend and Bailey’s first love were talking about how wonderful the movie was and discussing their favorite parts. Bailey, knowing neither really remembered her, butted in.

“Sure, but…it was actually a terrible movie. I mean, seriously, Spider-Man was the best part, and he’s not even really a member of the team. And a Spidey suit made by Tony Stark? Ridiculous!”

Her friends, startled by the sudden argument, turned to her.

“Bailey! I didn’t recognize you. You look amazing!” Both people suddenly remembered the argumentative brunette.

“I see,” came a whisper to Bailey’s ear, “they remember you. But only when you express your opinions. Perhaps you should remember yourself, as well. Good-bye, Miss Potter.”


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