LONLEY ANGELS

1 - CALL OF THE DEAD

A lot of you would ask me, why would I write a book based on my dreams. And my answer would be an easy one. Because at the end, it didn’t feel like a dream. I hate going into a lot of details, and I decided not to do that.

   When I was little, my mom used to tell me stories, and I loved them. Everytime she told me one, I was fascinated by how they all ended: good. At the end of every story, I would hug my mom, say I love her, and that I hope my story would end up as good as all those she read to me. She would laugh, and sigh at the same time. At some point, I would fall asleep, hoping for the best. The mornings were bright, being woken up by my lively mother with a bunch of food for breakfast. I loved my mother so much, and I would give up everything just to spend more time with her. I was now kneeling down in front of her grave. She passed away ten years ago, when I was six. It was hard for me, but I was adopted by a nice woman, who also had a daughter my age. Mrs. June Angles was my adoptive mother, and also Julie’s biological mother. Me and Julie were friends since middle school, and we’ve never left each other’s sides. The three of us visit my mom’s grave three times a week. Mrs. Angel, whom I call June, helps me bring fresh flowers everytime we come here.

She died of natural causes, an illness that couldn’t be treated. We pray for her everytime we eat, and when we’re here, we talk to her, and make sure her grave isn’t too dirty. I know weather isn’t a good subject in a novel, but we’re in summer. It was so warm today, our flowers barely lasted. After our visit to my mom, June always tries to make me feel better, so she buys us all ice cream. I have to admit, my life is going incredible until now. All of my teachers are praising me and Julie, we study our asses to do great in school. We read for hours to perform our knowledge. We spend hours trying to write amazing essays. And everytime, another person steals it from us.

We reach home, and Julie barges into my room.
“Ugh. The teacher just texted me. Apparently, Jo sent an essay that’s identical to mine. Why? Why, dear lord, doesn’t she just leave me alone?” she says, laying down next to me. She gets really clingy when she’s angry or pissed at the world.
“Well I guess it makes her feel better copying you. What did the teacher say?” I ask, hugging her back.
“He obviously believes me. He said he tried to contact her mother, but she thinks I’m the one who copied. Even though the teacher told her I handed in the essay earlier.” She answered, and I didn’t reply. We stayed like that for a long time, until June called us for dinner. We groaned, not waiting to get out of my comfy bed, but we did anyway. We sat in our seats and started eating.
“So, are you excited for tomorrow?” June asked us. I almost forgot, tomorrow we will go to her mother. She really loves both me and Julie, and she cooks some amazing dishes. We spend every summer at least a week together, and that is probably the best part. She reminds me of my mom. She is very bright, and joyful. She has a colorful personality, and her green eyes are like a maze.
“Yes, mom. I need to get out of the city before I murder someone named Jo.” Julie answers, and both me and June laugh. Jo has been our ‘enemy’ ever since the first day.She made sure our lives were ruined. But it didn’t come out as planned for her.
“Honestly, Jules, I do too. I need a long damn break from this city, or I will accompany you in the murder of Jo Ryde.” I replied and we all laughed.
We kept eating, telling jokes. We were honestly happy. But that night, something happened. We got to sleep sort of late, I guess. We were watching a movie, something we didn’t get to see at the cinema. Last night at home, blah, blah, blah. I closed the door to my room, changed my clothes and got into bed.

At first everything was normal. But then, I woke up, and my room was changed. I thought it should be some sort of prank from Julie, but when I exited the room, the house was different.
‘’Hello? Anyone here?’’ I screamed, knowing I won't wake anyone up, since everything was different and the sun was shining. It was morning.
“Dude. Don't scream so loud. Be peaceful!” A female voice said to me. “Welcome, to the land of the dreaming. My name is Lauren, how can I help you my dear?”  She said calmly.
“I… where am I? I'm sorry this must be a mistake. No, I'm dreaming. That's all. I need to wake up now, or I'll be late.” I panic.
“Dude. Stop panicking. You are dreaming, yes.” Lauren assured me. “But I'm afraid you are not to leave this world, unless you do what you have to do. You are here for a reason." She said then added "Follow me. I'll show you the town."
The town? Is she serious? I have lived in this town ever since I was a baby. I wasn’t expecting it to be any different. But I was speechless. The town was shiny, and very welcoming. Prettier than the one I left behind. I have to admit, this might be the best dream of my life. The girl keeps telling me a lot of information, me being unable to keep up with her. Then we reach a certain point, where I doubt I have ever seen before.
But first, let me introduce myself. My name is Katherine Ash and this is the story of how I became the fallen angel. Don’t worry, I was also amused by that.