Sara was called a non-imaginative girl; therefore she had no
trace of imagination. She almost never had dreams. And even
if she had some, they were so realistic she thought they
actually happened. Sara was considered too materialistic.
All she always thought about were materialistic things. For
example, Sara could never write a fiction story, or even
draw something which did not exist in reality, such as
monsters or fairies. Sara didn't even believe, as a child,
in the tooth fairy and the monster under the bed. Sara just
lived without the world beyond what we can feel and sense,
without a world of creativity, without a world of dreams,
she lived in an invisible cage, not letting herself out.

One misty night, Sara, for the first time, had an
unrealistic, illogical dream. In her dream, she was sitting
on a big rock, which stood out in the middle of the ocean,
waiting. Around her, there was nothing but water and the sky
itself. The water around her was gashing more and more. She
sat there, looking at the sky, not having a way out. And at
one moment she had a sharp feeling, a feeling full of pain,
the feeling that she could never get out of there, she could
just wait, crumble, and die.

It was the 1st of September; and very unluckily that year,
on that day, the bus was stuck and her father couldn't bring
her to school so she had to walk the long way by foot. She
decided, since she was quite bored walking the dull streets,
to pass through the old building on the hill. She began
climbing up the hill when suddenly she felt a light breeze
(even though it was quite cold) and heard something.
Actually, it wasn't just something; it was a melody; A
wonderful melody. In all her life Sara hadn't heard such a
wonderful melody. She began walking towards the old
building, the place which the music came out from. All of a
sudden, the music stopped, and the only thing she could see
was a boy with wings flying up in the sky. 'A boy with
wings? Flying???' she thought to herself. It did not make
any sense. But the next moment he was not there anymore.

When the lesson began, everybody stood up in their seats,
waiting for the teacher to come in. At last, he came in,
followed by a dark haired boy with deep, black, piercing
eyes. "Children, listen please" said the teacher in a deep
voice "today we will be accepting a new student to our
class, his name is Angelo, and he will be staying with us
for a while. Please treat him as nicely as you can". The
students nodded, and the teacher sent Angelo to his seat.
But oddly, at the exact moment that Angelo passed Sara's sit
on his way to his, she felt as if she met him before.

On her way back from school, Sara decided she would walk by
foot again, and pass the old building on the top of the hill
again. When she arrived to the hill and started climbing,
she could already hear it. Very silently, but she could. She
climbed faster and faster, the melody motivated her to do it
as quickly as she can. Finally, she reached the top. She
entered the old building. No one was ever allowed to enter
there; it was announced as a dangerous place. The building
was slightly lit, the sun beams penetrated through the
windows, crating a spot full of light in the middle of the
room. There, in the center of the beams' clashing point,
stood a boy. His face was somewhat familiar to Sara... The
black hair, the piercing black eyes... it was the new
student, Angelo. "What are you doing here?" she asked him
"this place is forbidden". He smiled. "I know" he answered
"so why are you here?" "I heard something... it is gone now"
she said. The music was really suddenly gone. "Did you
follow the voice of imagination?" he asked her. "The what?"
she asked. "I mean the melody that came from this building"
he explained. "Mm... yes..." she answered, quite unsure of
herself. She didn't know why, but she didn't feel
comfortable near that person. It seemed to her that he had
something she lacked, something big. "Would you like to come
with me?" he asked her. "Come where?" "Flying" he answered
simply. "Do you have an airplane?" she asked. He shook his
head. "So do you have some other flying machine?" he thought
for a couple of moments. "I wouldn't call it a machine, you
see" he spread a pair of beautiful wings "they aren't really
a machine; they are actually a part of me, even though they
function as well as a machine". Sara was shocked. "This is
illogical" she said, a bit fearfully "there is no such thing
as people with wings". Angelo laughed. "Of course there is"
he said "Everybody has wings. Look, even you have them!"
Sara looked at the mirror which stood on one of the walls of
the old building. He was right. They were there. A pair of
white wings, a very small one though. She tried to move them
but couldn't. "I can't make them move" she said. "Don't
worry, in the beginning, you'll fly with me, just keep the
spread" he smiled. He took her hand and began rising from
the earth. Sara couldn't believe what was happening. She was
there, flying up in the sky, over the city, so close to the
stars. After a while, they returned. "Was it fun?" asked
Angelo. Sara couldn't answer. She was enchanted by the
beauty of the city when looked from upon, from the wind
blowing in her hair, from the twinkling stars, so close to
her. "Will you come here everyday with me, after school?"
asked Angelo. Sara nodded slowly. "Good" Smiled Angelo
"Then, I'll see you tomorrow".

For one week, Sara came everyday, constantly. After a week,
they went to fly somewhere else. And after another week they
went somewhere else. After a couple of weeks, Angelo told
Sara he had a surprise for her. "What is it?" she asked
anxiously. In those weeks they flew together, Sara began to
open herself to the world, bit by bit, beginning to see the
world in a more creative and imaginative way. "Today we are
going to begin and teach you how to use your wings" he said.
Sara was very surprised, though very happy. It has been a
couple of weeks that she began thinking of how to use them.
And so, every day, instead of flying, Angelo stayed with
Sara and taught her, how to fly. After one week, for the
first time, Sara could float a few centimeters above the
earth. After two weeks, she could already fly a bit, one or
two meters above the earth. After a month, she already
mastered flying. By the time, her wings kept growing. From
that day they kept flying together, seeking for new places.
One day, Sara invented herself a place of her own, and they
flew there. She kept inventing those and exploring them,
together with Angelo. She kept coming every day, starting to
get out of her invisible cage.

One day, when she came, Angelo, irregularly, was waiting for
her on the floor. "I'm going, Sara" he said. "Going where?"
She asked. "Back to my home" he said. "Does it mean you
won't come today?" he nodded. "So will you come tomorrow?"
He shook his head. "You know, angels live in heaven" he
said. She didn't understand. "Just promise me you will keep
flying" "I will but..." "Good, I'm happy to hear that" he
said. He spread his wings. "Good bye" he said, and flew up
to the sky. Sara tried to spread her wings, but couldn't.
She went back home.

That day, Sara understood the meaning of her dream. The only
way to escape from reality is by dreaming and imagining, by
flying. And you can only fly if you have wings. Sara didn't
have wings anymore, but she knew her heart already did.