Guardian Angel || Michael Jackson

08: Mission

"You can't do anything, gal. If I were you, I'd start learning everything I can about Michael Jackson. Every single thing."

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It felt like I was in 1969 for eternity but when I got back to the present, only a minute had passed.

I was confused as fuck.

The moment I got back, the first thing I did was sent Grams a text message saying, "Let's meet at choco rainbow again tomorrow." After a moment, I received an 'ok' reply that was filled with stars and heart emojis. I took a deep breath and put the phone down the table and put my palms on my face.

I was still pissed at Grams. I mean, I still wanna punch her for sending me to 1969 while I was taking a break from work but thanks to the sleep that I had in the bush while I was waiting for Kid Michael, I was now calmed and my head finally cooled down.

I needed to talk to the old woman again so in order for me to be able to meet her tomorrow, I should finish working on the client's car the whole night. Dad had finished his work first and he offered to help me but I refused since I knew he's already tired and I wanted him to rest.

"You sure, honey?" he asked, looking down at me who was working under the car.

"Yep," I said. "It's okay, I can handle this, Chief."

I couldn't stop thinking about the mission as I was working. Questions were overflowing, and what troubled me the most was the fact that I already told Grams that I quit only to be answered by being sent again to 1969. I mean, that didn't make any fucking sense. I said I wanted to quit. It's my life and I decided to not do the mission because I simply didn't want to but why the hell Grams couldn't respect my damn decision and even told me I couldn't quit.

I mean, seriously? What the fuck was wrong with that old hag and this 'Universe' she was talking about?

It was nearly 2:30 am when I finished working in the car. I was tired as hell and without even washing myself and without even changing my dirty clothes, I passed out as soon as my body hit the bed. Gross, I know, but I'll just change the sheet later. I was really tired.

The shower that I had the next morning was probably the best that I ever had. I woke up early--which was a miracle--and I stayed in the shower for an hour. It felt like I was a different person when I got out. I felt deeply cleansed, recharged, and hell, I even felt like I was the hottest woman in the world for a moment.

I got in the Choco Rainbow first. I got there about thirty minutes before the meeting time. The day was bright, and I was wearing this sunglasses that Sam gave me for my 23rd birthday last year. I was smoking so I decided to sit on one of the tables situated outside under the canopy in front of the shop. I was unconciously tapping my boots on the ground due to impatience. Just when is that old hag gonna come?

"Look who's here."

I looked behind me when I heard the old woman's familiar hoarse voice and there she was, walking like a damn teenager wearing a big round yellow sunglasses. She also had this rainbow-colored bandana around her forehead. She sat on the chair in front of me, putting her weird brown bag on an empty chair to her side.

I sighed. "Finally."

"Sup gal?" she said, smirking. "You're early, aren't ya? Suddenly excited to talk to Grams?"

I rolled my eyes. I puffed my cigarette one last time before crushing it down the ash tray. "You know that I want to punch you straight on the face, right?"