Chapter 4: Back to Earth

"Hello, my beautiful." It was Elliott!!! Elliott was in the real world! I was so happy!
"Hello, Elliott," I replied. I couldn't help the joy I was feeling. I remembered something earlier. Crap!
"What?" Elliott asked, "You look frustrated."
"I have a human boyfriend..." I cringed because I realized that I still loved him and couldn't have 2 boyfriends. What a hoe I would be if that happened. I was surprised to hear Elliott laugh. "What?"
"I make you forget things don't I?" As if it was answering the question I heard the omnious CAWWW-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-CAWWWWW.
"Ok, WHAT is that noise?"
"Your first spirit. It is actually one of the hardest to catch."
"Great," I mumbled aloud. Again more chuckles. "What is sooooo funny?"
"You are. You are even this amusing in the Spirit World a.k.a. Heaven. That stunt you pulled today at school was funnier."
"How long have you been watching me?" He was like my own Edward Cullen. I chuckled slightly at the thought.
"Ever since you were born. God told me to keep an eye on you the minute you were born. I was in a way your Guardian Angel." He smiled.
"Oh." Weird but undeniably cute. "So what is this freaky spirit thing that I have to catch and how?"
"You catch him by thunderstorm, rain, tornado, hurricane, any natural disaster really, but it has to be created by you. The 'freaky spirit thing'," he put air quotes around freaky spirit thing,"is an old Native American from the Civil War. He loved the land and his culture. His tribe was probably the most Christian tribe. He was very Christian but had a big fault. He loved women too much. He was killed in action. He was known for fleeing in battle. Boy, could he run! He is avoiding capture and we think the only way to lure him in is with a girl. A young, beautiful girl. He was adventurous with the women of his tribe, more specifically the young women. He had many children, bastards in fact. He wouldn't claim them. When he realizes that you are to capture him he will most likely flee so you'd have to set a trap. Many Spirit Guides won't listen to their mentors and haven't been able to capture him, but then again you are the only girl Spirit Guide. We will have to see what you can do. Unfortuantely, that is the easy part. The hard part is making them good. We will worry about that later though." Elliott finished waiting to see my reaction.
"So, I have to capture this spirit who might rape me and then make him see good?" I was appauled.
"Yes, basically, but he will not harm you because no one can," Elliott said making sure I got the concept but of course I didn't.
"What time is it?" I abruptly changed the subject.
"Time for you to lie down and quit worrying."
"Really, Elliott, what time is it?" I said playfully.
"Ten o'clock, you're supposed to be sick, rememeber? Now rest."
I play coughed and laid down so my angel would be satisfied. I turned on my side and closed my eyes, thankful that I wasn't at school. As soon as my eyes were closed, I felt a crease in the oppisite side of the bed. Elliott scooted close to me, wrapped his right arm around me, and tucked his face into my neck. We stayed like that for 15 minutes. I turned over and was embraced by him. I fell asleep.
I had a peaceful nap. No freaky dreams with my friend as the Sex Ed teacher or some freaky spirit thing trying to rape me were in my head, but instead I dreamed of my lovely Elliott, how his embrace made me feel loved, relaxed, and dazed like Sam. How light it felt. His embrace felt like a feather, yet he was holding me tightly; I could tell.
"Brogan, it is twelve o'clock, you need to wake up," Elliott urged me.
"Mmkay," I mumbled back not wanting to get up from the dream.
"Helllllooooo," he was getting aggravated.
"You have a bad connection!!" I said still half unconsious.
"Wake up."
"Whatever ya say."
"No mental eye rolling either."
It was my turn to chuckle. "Maybe I could call Sam; after all it is our lunch break," I needed to settle this thing Sam and I have. Sam was my human boyfriend. Big emphasis on HUMAN. He has dark blonde hair, or light brown hair whatever you want to call it, green eyes, 6 foot 2 inches, has abs (not a measly six pack either more like a 12 pack but who's counting?), and plays football (running back). This was gonna be hard.
I heard his ring back on the other line playing Big Green Tractor by Jason Aldean. "Hello?"
"Hey, Sam it's Brogan," I replied.
"Hey, babe. What's up?"
"We need to talk."
"Mmk, shoot."
"Not like this, uuuuuhhhh." I shook my head trying to set up a plan and erasing them by shaking my head as if it were an etch-a-sketch, "Meet me at our field." Sam and I have this special field at the very back of Henderson where no one has crops growing, a pasture, or anything. It is government owned but we don't have to sneak around because there is no one to catch us.
"Okay, what time?"
"8:30?"
"Sure, bye, babe," Sam said so quickly it sounded like hurbyebabe without a pause I got the gist that a teacher was around.
"Bye, Sam, see you later." I waited for him to hang up. Something I have always done in case the person on the other side forgot to say something to me.
Back to reality; back to Earth.