Living A Miric- Hell (Angels)

chapter 6

"Give it back!" I growled jumping to grab it from his hand. He held it higher and tilted it, looking at pictures of me, " stop looking at my life."

He laughed, keeping it up high. Being smaller than him gave him a huge advantage.

"Wow this is a good one."

the photo was of me in shorts and a tank top on a rock at a lake, a rifle in my hand. The quality was great.

He went to my messages next typing in a phone number, I assumed was his, pasted the hunting picture, then went back to my pictures.

"Thais my life, give it back!" I jumped but couldn't reach it.

"Your life." he raised an eyebrow. I stopped reaching.

"Yes my life from Texas that pictures also on my laptop and in my moms room, now please give it back!" I shoved his chest.

A bright white light surrounded my vision and I was pushed back. My back hit something hard. When my vision came to I was on the ground next to my bed. My hands wee holding my ringing ears.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?" George was smiling.

My ears slowly stopped ringing, " What was that?" I looked at him with confusion and curiosity and maybe a little bit of shock, " I mean you saw it to right?"

He grabbed me and set my phone on my desk.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked again,

"Who are you. What are you," I backed away, there was something off about him.

"I'm George and I think you bumped your head when you fell," his frown made me frown.

"I'm serious, George, I'm not going crazy," I walked into my closet and locked the door, knowing he can locking it.

Instead of doing what I thought, he lightly taped the door trying to kindly coax me out. His voice was sweet but I covered my ears.

"Go away," I yelled. A blinding white light filled the crack under my door. By the time I got up and unlocked my door, the light vanished and George was nowhere to be found. I sat on the edge of my bed and heard a crunching sound from underneath me. I picked up a feather that was the size of my arm. It was ultra soft and whiter than bleach white. I set it on my desk and ran downstairs.

"Mom!" I yelled rounded the hall corner. She looked up from the book she was reading. I looked out the front door window and saw no shiny red corvette.

"Is something wrong sweety?" her voice was full of concern.

"He's gone?" some reason I sounded upset when just a few minutes ago I was angry at him.

"I didn't see him leave, he must have been very quiet, or I got distracted with my book," she held up her book.

"Never mind," I smiled, nodded, and headed back upstairs. I only came back down to eat diner before going back upstairs to work on my medieval project. I fell asleep at my bed with my feather in hand dreaming of George as an angel.

Chapter 3

During breakfast, which was cereal, I secretly draw George as an angel. I snuck the feather downstairs and hid it in my cars glove box. I ended up waiting for the boys again.

When we got to school, George taped on my window, without warning, and surprised me the point I jumped, hitting my head on the low handing ceiling of my car. Since the boys were gone I grabbed the feather and rubbed my head.

"Can I have the feather back?" he held out his hand.

"Why do you have a feather?" I stood next to him twirling it between my fingertips.