I woke up and yawned. “Good morning sleepyhead.” I shot up out of the bed and looked around for the speaker. At the edge of the bed Sky’s head poked up. I giggled and his eyes widened. “What?” he stood up and looked around searching for what was so funny. He looked over at me still confused. “What’s so funny?” I climbed out of the bed and steered him towards the mirror. I pointed to his head where his hair was sticking up all over the place. He laughed totally surprising me by picking me up over his shoulders which he knew I hated. I kicked and gasped for breath begging to be put down. Finally he did and then with a wicked glint in his eyes,” Now is my hair all that funny?” I laughed, “Yes!” Then I ran out, down the hall and stairs, when I noticed he wasn’t behind me anymore. I went back up and looked around the corner, “Sky?” Then I felt hands around my waist and a hand went over my mouth. I squirmed around and laughed, there stood Sky all six foot something of him grinning like an idiot. “How did you do that?” I exclaimed curiosity overwhelming me. “I took the back stairs.” I giggled and together we walked down the stairs and to the kitchen to where Sky’s dad was making breakfast. As we walked in to the room he turned and asked, “What do you guys want on your omelets?”
We both told him what we wanted on them and sat down. Sky’s dad reminded us that today was the funeral and after breakfast we should both get ready. Immediately Sky’s smile began to slide down into a frown. I quickly thought of a way to cheer him up, “Hey you! Yeah you! Bedhead! Your hair is still sticking up and it’s still hilarious.” It worked. He smiled and then said wickedly,” You’re going to pay for that Lola Johansson.”
“What am I little red riding hood? Well mister big bad werewolf I’m not scared of you.”
After breakfast Sky went upstairs to get changed and stuff and his dad and I talked. Sky’s dad mentioned about how he was a publisher and we compared authors and books and by time Sky came down clad in a suit and tie we were laughing.
I watched as Sky came down the steps and gasped aloud when I saw how amazing he looked. He looked amazing and although I’d never tell the twins, completely hot. The black emphasized his jet black hair and the white was in deep contrast to his tan complexion and blue eyes. I looked away but when he asked, “How do I look?” completely blushing. I had to look back and answer. “Yes but….” I noticed his tie wasn’t on the right way and got up to fix it. As a fixed it I looked up at him into his deep eyes and felt a fluttery sensation in my stomach. Again I looked away and hurried to fix the tie. When I was done I excused myself and went upstairs to get ready.
What was that feeling? Why had I felt it? Were the twins right? Did I really like Sky? Did he like me back if I did like him? I convinced myself quickly that the feeling was absolutely nothing, that Sky would never like me nor I him, took a shower, and got dressed. When I was all done I went back downstairs where Sky and his dad sat watching the news. They both looked up and Sky’s gaze held for just a second longer than was necessary.
At 10:00 we left and Sky’s face fell the closer we got to the church and his shoulders hunched with grief. I held his hand as we sat together in the back of his dad’s Mercedes. When we got to the church and he saw the opened casket though he broke down completely tears streaming down his face, his eyes becoming wider and wider. His mother had been dressed in her wedding gown, a sleeveless ivory dress that had once swept the floor that was adorned with elegant embroidery from the top of the dress to the waistline. Her caramel hair billowed around her face and the blue eyes that Sky had inherited from her stared up at the ceiling blank. The mortician had turned her lips up into a smile making her look so peaceful and happy that besides her eyes being open she could have been sleeping. I smiled remembering everytime I had ever met her. How sweet she had been! I always had thought of her as my mother figure as my mom had died when I was so young. She was a teacher with my dad at the elementary school for supernaturals and they were great friends. She had always come to the mother-daughter sleepovers my friends held and had made cookies and brownies with me for bake sales and Girl Scouts. That’s how I met Sky. I looked around surprised my dad was not here. I had a feeling his boss wouldn’t let him come and only because he was constantly out.
When the funeral started Sky broke down all over again quiet sobs raking through his body. I slipped my hand out of his and pulled him into a hug. I held him there, in my arms, for the rest of the time we spent there until he had to go up and talk about his mom.
Sky’s speech was amazing and highlighted on all the good things his mother did for others. When he finished everyone was in tears and his face was hard as he tried to stop the tears. His speech ended with, “Even with though my mother isn’t here on earth with us I know that she still is and will always be here with us in all of our hearts.” A shimmer of light and crystals flickered off to my right and Sky’s mom stood there tears running down her transparent face as she watched her son walk off the altar and sit down beside me. I slipped one hand in Sky’s and whispered in his ear, “That was a beautiful speech and she is here, not physically but she has come to visit. Look to your left.” I waved as she turned toward us. I knew he nor anyone else could see her but he still waved in the direction I pointed to. She then walked behind me and I could see the exertion on her face.
“Lola I have to go. Someone doesn’t want me here. There is a magical barrier surrounding the entire building. I’m slipping. Tell Sky…..that I…….love….him and…..I….will….visit……..again…... soon.” With each word from the last sentence she flickered in and out and then was gone. “She’s gone. There’s a barrier.” He wiped away a few tears that had trickled down his face. The more he wiped away the more they squeezed out. I lifted up my hand to his face and wiped the tears from his eyes with my thumb. His eyes opened and he leaned forward towards me. I quickly pulled back my back against the pew and looked away. I snuck a look over and noticed he had done the same giving me extra time to think. What had that been about? I wished the twins had been here to interpret that for me.
So after the funeral service there was a reception back at the house and Sky introduced me to most of his family who were convinced we were dating. I was quick to crush that thought and after that I left Sky while he was talking to one of his cousins to get some food. When I got there Sky’s dad pulled me aside. “Lola can I talk to you outside?” I nodded.
When we got outside he spoke again, “You have no idea how helpful you have been to us Lola. From telling us most of the details to how you discovered the residual was tampered with. You’re a smart girl Lola but you know too much. Prepare to die.” I turned around because he was standing behind me and I wished I hadn’t. There stood Sky’s dad holding a long, scary looking pipe in his beefy hands. I tried to scream but the pipe hit me hard on my head and I fell down unconscious.
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Abnormal High
Teen FictionLola and her friends are supernaturals. When her friend Sky's mother passes aways she accompanies him to his funeral and is faced with alot more than she came for.
