The After Life - Sapheria (pdf ebook reader .TXT) 📗

"Tamara, look out," my mother yelled but it was too late so I said my last words before I crashed head-on into the pole.

"I love you, mom." My last sight was my mom's face in a twisted frown that showed worry. When the light came I had no choice but to accept it but it was such a bright white light I had to shield my eyes. Then the end came and everything went black before everything started glowing. The grass was so soft, it was like it was a glowing green pillow. When I floated across the grass I almost ran into a building's golden wall but instead I went straight through. That was the moment I realized I was a ghost.

"Ah, Tamara, you're here. Come here, will ya," a male voice said from a dark corner. I whirled around to face it but the man ended up to be right behind me. A small smile was on his handsome face. "I'm Jake, your mentor." He held out his tan hand for a shake but I was never good at manners on Earth so that didn't change while I was in... where ever this place was. His hand went down and the smile fell a little. My eyes roamed around the room taking in the marble floors, high ceilings, and plus couches. Was this place just a place for the rich? Because I was far from it on Earth.

"I'm sorry, you must have me confused with someone else. I didn't live this lifestyle," I said noticing for the first time the mirror on the other side of the room. "Oh my gosh." My hand went to my mouth slowly as I stepped closer and closer to the silver glass. The black hair I had on Earth had now grown to my waist and my blue eyes turned as light as ice. My nose, eyes, and mouth had grown smaller; cuter. And there was a faint pink glow around me that was indescribable. My gown was much different. I was in a black dress made from lace and no shoes.

"Oh, yes, your outfit changes to what you want it to be," Jake said, finally speaking up after a long period of silence. I thought of a black wispy dress and when I opened my eyes it was there. A gasp left my lips before I could stop it and he let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I reacted the same way, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart."

"Okay, sorry." I turned around and looked at Jake, I mean really looked at him. His brown shaggy hair always fell in front of his eyes so he was constantly shaking his head to move them, but it didn't work too well because the hair just went back in the same spot over and over again. They covered up his ice colored eyes as well. He was lean, tan, and very muscular. Basically everything a teenage girl dreams about. When he noticed I was looking I pretended like I was staring at the door behind him.

"What are you supposed to be mentoring me on," I asked, quickly remembering what he had said earlier. Every ounce of a smile fell of his face right then and there.

"I thought we would get to know each other first but okay." He paused momentarily, looking me over once before he continued. "I'm supposed to teach you on being a Guardian Angel to someone on Earth that are troubled, looking for a place to go," he continued. I think my mouth fell to the floor.

"I am seventeen! I didn't even have a job down there," I yelled pointing down where I was pretty sure Earth was.

"You mean up..."

"Up?" My mouth hit the floor once again. "I'm in Hell?!"

"No, not Hell, just the After Life. Its a place below Earth that everyone goes to. Not just 'bad people'. Everyone here is from Earth and some were very good people."

"So there is no God?"

"Oh, no, there is a God. Trust me, you do not want to get him mad," he said with a chuckle of his own, which I did not join in on. My eyes wandered back to mirror instead of glaring at the man in front of me who I decided was a whack-job. "Oh, come on, you can't seriously think that about me." My eyes danced back to him with surprise.

"You can read my thoughts?" I asked. He nodded slowly, as if I was a grasshopper and he the master.

"Everyone here can read everyone else's thoughts. Well, except for a few since they put up mental blocks in order to keep their thoughts hidden," he replied. My mouth started to fall open but when I noticed I stopped it and put it back in its rightful place.

"Well, maybe you should stop probing my mind because I don't think I like it very much."

"Why? Do you think bad things? If so I need to know right now." That time I couldn't keep my mouth from catching flies. "I'm gonna take that as I was wrong." I nodded and closed my mouth, thanking God that there wasn't any flies in here. Jake let out a full-belly laugh at what, I guessed, was my thoughts.

"Look, can you just mentor me, or what," I said, annoyed. "And how long is this going to take? A day? A week? Is there even time here? If not then why? If so then how is it? Help me out here." I took in a big breath of air after talking so fast but then I realized I didn't need

air. It was like my lungs were filled automatically. Just to prove my point I held my breath for about five minutes. Yep, nothing, I don't need breath.

"Okay, I'll answer all your questions. Lets just sit down first," he replied with a smile. He clapped and the couches that were on the other side of the room were now behind each of our back. I sat in the one behind me and waited. "How long it takes is up to you. It can be a hour or it can be a year, its up to you. There is time here and it is the same as Earth's days, only we don't age. And you don't need breath since you are here. In Pixita."

"Pixita? I thought you said this was 'The After Life'," I said.

"Well, yes, it is but Pixies, such as yourself, are brought here. There are humans because Pixita is only part of the big picture; The After Life."

"I wasn't a Pixie though."

"You had to of been, your pink glow tells it all. You see pink means a Pixie, black means human, and white means Angel."

"Angel?! There were Angels on Earth?!"

"Of course, the 'saints' of the world. Who else would it be?"

"I don't know... really good people? Human people."

"Humans are greedy and deceiving, not one is nice. But Angels are nice, witty, helpful, and lovely creatures. They took on human forms when God sent them down because, well, they wouldn't of fit in unless they did," he said. I blinked a few times along with pinching myself a few times, too. I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming. "You're not dreaming." I must be dreaming. Wait... I can't be dreaming.

I watched as Jake walked across the room and touched a button on the wall. A bookshelf twirled around and it was filled with a ton of Angel, Vampire, Werewolf, Pixie, and Human books. "You see not many people believe in Guardian Angels anymore. Matter-of-fact anything that has to do with magic doesn't exist in the modern world. But, fortunately, people are wrong. Guardian Angels are everywhere. When a human is born, an Angel is born. The only difference is that we are trained to be smart, fast, and vigilant. The great thing about us is that only humans who open their eyes and believe can see our wings," he read from one of the books titled 'Your Guardian Angel'.

"MicahLynn, you're wanted in the headmistress' office," a female voice said over the intercom. My head swiveled up to the speaker and I slowly stood up.

"You're excused, Micah," my teacher said. I nodded and started to walk out of the classroom. When I was finally out in the hallways I started towards the office. The marble hallways were deserted, students being in class. My hand slid across the smooth surface that was splattered with green, white, and tan. Marble was such a beauty, it took my breath away. The cool touch calmed my nerves a little.

When I reached the office the door opened to show an angry looking headmistress. It didn't help when she saw me. "You, you little brat, get in here and sit down," she yelled. I cringed but stepped inside her office and sat in one of the three purple velvet chairs. She sat in the office chair behind the back and sighed. "How many times do you have to get in trouble before you realize it's not good?!" I shrugged and started picking at my nail polish. I had painted them blue awhile ago but it was a huge failure and now it wouldn't come off!

"Look, Micah, we are sending you to California. To a different school. A public school... and you will be living with foster parents," the woman that had been sitting silently in the corner said. I glanced around. Foster parents? "Yes, foster parents." I stared at the woman, it was like she could read my mind!

"Why foster parents? I thought I would be living in private schools until I'm eighteen," I replied. They shared a look before replying.

"Micah, you haven't been getting into trouble as much here lately so you'll be going to a public school. And you'll be meeting new people and you don't have to wear an uniform."

"But what if I don't want to go? Can you force me?"

"Hon, don't you want to leave? Everyone here is mean to you and bullies you. I just thought you would like California better, that's all," the headmistress said. My eyes wandered back to my fingernails and I started to pick again.

"I suppose you are correct. Plus, California would be awesome," I replied. They both nodded and had smiles on their faces.

"Okay."

"Okay, I will get you on a flight as soon as possible," the woman said and started out the door. My eyes