Falling Down To Earth

Chapter 4 ~ Blaire

                                                        Chapter Four

Unfortunate.

  That's a word that could not only describe my life, but also me. On the bright side, though, I'm smarter than your average human, faster, stronger, and more sensitive to energies - which comes in handy often for getting to know people, but is also hard to deal with at times. I guess you just have to have experience with it.

  Sometimes I can see these things called auras. They're like energy fields around people or animals that express their feelings or emotions. Unexplainably, though, I can't see my own aura, which I think is most likely because I am, in fact, not human.

  The thing that's so weird, that grabs my attention next to a bunch of other things, is that I didn't get feelings - as it were - off of either one of the new kids. Plus, I can't see their aura. Which, to be honest, sort of creeps me out. I mean, they're already mysterious enough, but to add that on with the whole mess? It just leaves a bigger puzzle for me to piece together.

Oh, yeah. That's another thing;

I see dead people.

 Well, not everywhere I go. Only occasionally - like on the streets, in the park, rarely at school, all over town... My so-called gift only allows me to see the souls that are trapped in this earth plane. I can't connect with the ones that have already crossed, but you'd think I would be able to, right? Oh, but lookie there; we can now spell out the word unfortunately once again.

One lucky thing though, (I know, big surprise) is that the spirits never bother me.

Much.

 What I meant was, I'm not an advanced psychic with a new ghost each week, making an appointment for me to help them. In fact, I try to stay out of that as much as I can. Because - though I may have the gift to communicate with not only the trapped souls, but a higher source, too - it doesn't mean I want to open up a shop on the corner where I give out twenty dollar readings. Thinking about it selfishly, it would not only lead to less time for myself, but also to being called a bigger freak at school than I already am. And, believe me, I wasn't in the market for that. I didn't want to buy any of it, no matter how much the advertisements could make it look good.  

 I never mentioned any of this to my mom, let alone anyone for that matter. Mostly because if I told my mom I was afraid she would put me up for adoption and I'd have to start my life over again. Which seems pretty dramatic and judging by my mothers personality, the probability that she would do that is super low. But I bet she'd pull away, unsure of how she to approach me anymore. Even if I was still her daughter. With that knowledge she just might think I was someone different. At least that's what seemed like a logic answer.

  As much as I wanted to tell her everything, explain my constant A's in school (which she thought was from me cooped up in my room studying when really what I was doing was trying to teach myself how to fly most of that time), explain my swiftness, explain the fact that I always seemed to know what people were feeling ( sometimes thinking, too ), explain my weird eating and drinking habits... As much as I wanted to earnestly just let everything out - I knew I couldn't. It was a risk I just wasn't willing to take. At least not yet.

  Although... there is one person who I can talk to and I know she won't expose my secrets;

  Blaire 

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    Blaire is dead.

 I met her in a library one day when I was looking up something for school and ever since then we've connected. Though she's only thirteen, she's practically considered a friend.  

A dead one.

 But still.

She knows what I am and we both think that the only reason I can see her is because of that. No matter how creepy that is, I still think it's pretty cool that I can see her and communicate with her. And even though I have no idea where she spends all of her time when she's not on the earth, I don't ask her because the last time I did she wasn't back for a month.

   I let myself into the house, after school, and half expect to find Blaire inside the house. Except she isn't and neither is my mom. Usually she's there when I need her - to talk or be comforted. Which, now that I think about it, I need a lot since I can't do it with anyone else. Of course, then she's occasionally off in whatever place she spends her time at. The place that I won't be getting any information about... probably ever. Which, don't even get me started, is a long time. Since I'm kind of immortal. Well, let's just say my aging process is slower than humans.

There: I didn't have to use the word unfortunately.

  After telling myself she's got her own problems to take care of (which sounds funny when your talking about a ghost) I go to the fridge and start looking for food. Then remind myself that mom isn't here and that I don't have to make a big show out of eating, and drag my bag upstairs. Taking the steps slowly, wishing I didn't have as much homework as I received.

 Then, out of the blue, there she is. Standing right in front of me when I open the door, startling me so much I drop my books all over the floor. Even though I knew better to expect her.

  "God, don't do that." I bend down and gather up the books.

 "What's the matter? It looks like you've just saw a ghost." She laughs at her own joke.

 "For your information, I'm super pale all on my own." I say, still annoyed at her sudden appearance.

  I pick up the books, pad over to my desk, and drop them near my laptop while Blaire sits down on my bed. Not causing it to move the slightest bit because she weights, in fact, nothing. She bounces up and down a little, not effecting the bed much, her golden curls sparkling.

I mean, literally sparkling.

 "So how was school?" She twists her mouth to the side. "I'm so glad I don't have to go to school anymore. It's just a socializing place, everyone takes a stand and they all have war with each other. So lame. It was boring as usual, right?"

I shrug and swivel the chair so I'm facing my desk and not her. Not in the mood for conversation, despite wanting to talk to her earlier.

"What do you think about the new kids?" My head bolts up and I immediately turn the chair back to her, "How do you - "

I'm cut off by the sound of mom's keys as she enters the house.

"How do you know about them?" I try again, lowering my voice to a whisper. I crave any last drop of information I can get about them. And she so isn't going to get out of this as easily as she thinks.

  "Who says angels can't have guardian angels?" She lays back on the pillows.

 Though everything may add up to me being an angel, I most definitely don't feel like one. And she knows it, too.

I get up and start pacing the room, crossing my arms when I say, "What is up with those new kids? Why does everyone know so much about them but me? Blaire you have to tell me wha - "

There's one knock at the door before mom opens it and catches me off guard, standing in the middle of the room, mouth hanging open with the last few words about to be spoken to Blaire.

"Is everything okay?" She asks with concern, and I instantly regret talking so loudly, "I heard you talking to someone."

"Yeah, everythings fine." I give a fake smile that even I'm not so sure I fall for.

 "Okay... Well, I'm going to go get some dinner started."

I think about telling her I'm not hungry, since I'm definitely going to need more time to talk to my little ghost pal, but just nod instead.

"Finish your homework." She calls as the sound of her heels tapping fades away.

As soon as the door closes, I turn sharply only to find that Blaire is gone.