My guardian angel

chapter 7

JINX & HEXES

Angel's POV

Where to go, where to go, where to go, where to go, where to go! It sounds like "I'm the map" from Dora the explorer. It's been an hour or so when I woke up looking for the book I stole from a bookstore. Wait! I only stole those books who's been stuck there for ages! And Those book I got  interested in.  But my comrade thief stole it. So it's like game of thrones. Claiming the iron throne. But it's a book.

It's a sunny day in this city! ever since I came here I still don't know the name. Not that I don't care. But well literally I don't. So yeah.

As usual people running to catch the bus, students walking looking fresh. Stores starting to open. Some humans sweeping their front yard. I always liked it.

I started walking around. Feeling so jolly all of the sudden. Forgetting the temptation moment. (You know.. When I really, badly want to look back on Darren yesterday) a smile plastered on my lips and I happily skip on a slightly dusted ground. (Remember I'm not wearing any slippers.)

I stop at a house with a garden on the outside and an old women was watering her plants. I stare at her for a moment.

Then suddenly a flash of memory came in.

Everything was a blur and it feels it's on slow motion.. someone was extending his hands towards me giving me a rose. A pink rose. I can hear some giggles as he run away.

It's came like a flash. And past like a flash too. I wonder if that memory has a connection to my death. Or maybe a happening when I was still functioning.

I continue to walk still curious about that live moment. It's still vivid in my head. Repeating it in my dead brain. It happens often.

Who's the kid giving me a pink rose?
Do I like rose?

I was staring blankly don't know where I'm going. I only came back to my senses when a bike came from the left side in a speed of light. I startled as the bike past by. Reminding my self I'm dead so I don't need to panic.

The sun was starting to come in the middle becoming hotter and hotter. That almost everyone is holding a umbrella. But I'm not sweating. I never did.

I stop at a bench where a two couple was giggling and staring Inlove at each other. I find it very cliché.. Too sweet. I roll my eyes at them.

For their information their sitting at one of my benches. I glare at them and smirk. A little jinx won't hurt them will it? I can do some spells or charms. Natalie said I can use them to save someone's lives and also to protect my self. But a jinx is highly prohibited. But 1 year ago, I use a hex out of boredom.. And Natalie was very disappointed at me.

I stare at them and focus my index finger straighten my gaze fix at the two ever flowing sweet love birds who'll get diabetes if love was a food.

'Sweetness be vanish, let my hex be success.' I muttered and point my index finger at them. Then a red lighting came from my finger zoom at them. And at the moment it hit them they stare at each other and wondered why were they so close to each other.

Till they fought and left my bench. I smirk victoriously. No human can resist my charms. Even though Natalie hates it and she keep on saying if I continue to jinx people my stay as a ghost will last longer than predicted.

"No! I want that color purple cotton candy!" A little girl shouted at her mother. While she keep on pointing at a hanging cotton candy.

"We don't have enough money, shasha" her mother said trying to calm her 'tantruming' daughter. I frown and felt bad for her mother. If I were the kid I would understand and maybe save money to buy that cotton candy. Till I remember something.

I wiggle my fingers as I focus on my target. Another jinx won't hurt me.

'Jolliness may flee to the lass I see..' Then the same lighting came from my finger zoom to the kid. For a moment she stop crying and stare at her mother till a smile curve her lips as she drag her mother somewhere. Well at least I made up for my hexes.

I stop for a moment and felt relax. Watching cars pass by, humans walking either alone or with someone, feeling the soft wind. My bench was shaded by the big tree most humans wants to sit here as they eat or whatever they want to do.

A orange cat pass by and stop for a moment to look at me. I stare back at him and it's like where having staring contest. Until I gave up and just close my eyes as I lean on the bench while in cross arms. Feeling every living things around me.

I felt a tap on my left side. When I peek, the orange cat was there. But his now sitting, still staring at me with those big green eyes.

"I don't have any cat food." I said but he didn't move or just give up staring at me. Instead he came nearer till he was just 2 inches away.. And continue to stare.

This cat is making me stressful. I unfolded my arms and place on the bench while I face him. I tried barking but he didn't even flinch!

"What do you want cat?"I ask. Suddenly feeling pity on him.

He bow. Making me curious I touch he's head and he purred. My eyes widen and continue to do it. He only wants to be pat. I scratch his neck as he let me do it while he close his eyes. After like 3 minutes I stop. And he lick his paws.

After that he walk towards me and try to lay down on my lap but I'm see through and untouchable. He only curl down on the bench.. But nonetheless I smiled and continue to caress him..

I see my self in him.. His also looking for attention and wanting someone to just show affection to him.. A bitter smile form..

Somehow being a ghost is also depressing. (How many times I've said that.)

After almost an hour the cat fell asleep. He was kinda thin but clean.  I left him with a girl wanting to keep him. I hope I saw that cat once again in the future. And I hope. I'm not a ghost anymore.

The sun was almost setting and I'm still wandering everywhere. Looking at stores,passing other restaurants. Eavesdrop on some of the people sitting on my bench as they gossip some famous celebrities and politicians.

My typical ghost life.

Hope your not experiencing this kind of life. the-boring-predicted-good-for-nothing-ghost-life. Sitting at a bench, no one to talk to, playing games like the usual game I play.. Just. Boring.

Oh! And tomorrow it's my death day! My 3rddeath day anniversary. It's been 3 years already.

I wonder what god has stored for me.

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Happy death day angel! ( if your alive then your gonna celebrate of course your birthday! But when you die your gonna celebrate the day you turn into a ghost. That's the rules in my story) so yeah. I know it's weird and all. But yeah don't care.

Wait for my update amigos! And please don't forget to vote!

Is-pan-too