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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Part one of a trilogy

Well, I don’t know how to start this. I could tell you all about me and stuff, but all you really have to know is that I’m a short girl with blonde hair (that’s what it was at least) and my name is Mariah. My story started in fourth grade, it seems like that is where kids think they are entering the real world. It makes me sigh while I am writing this. Anyway, I had done decent the rest of my years at school, but it was finally time to enter the big kid playground with the fifth and sixth graders, the ones I hadn’t talked to since I was in first or second grade. I don’t know what it is about elementary school, but kids only seem to talk to the people in their own grade. I was a social butterfly so I talked to just about everyone, mostly because I was a little kid. But on the first day of my fourth grade year, I was left out. All the other kids seemed to become like teenagers around me while I remained childish. My old friends turned their backs on me as did the new people I tried to meet. Just like that I was an outcast.

I didn’t know what to do at that lunch period. I wasn’t hungry at all so I held on to my lunch money that my mother had given me that morning. It seemed that one of the bigger sixth grade boys noticed that. He approached me, backed up by what seemed to be his little brother (probably a fifth grader.) I looked up to them and that sixth grade boy was staring down at me. I sure was tiny back then. “Hey girly, give me your lunch money, come on, I know you have some.” I sighed and told him no and to leave me alone. He didn’t like that. “Give me your money or I will take it.” I tried teasing him with a ‘what are you going to do about it?’ or something like that. He especially didn’t like that. “That is it!” he pulled back a fist that seemed like it was the size of my face. I had been in a few fights, I wasn’t innocent, but this boy was fairly large for a sixth grader. I closed my eyes, preparing for the punch, not even covering up to defend. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, but nothing came, I finally popped an eye open (probably not even a second later) and there he was… There was a large kid, definitely not in elementary school. He was holding the fist of the boy just a few inches from my face. “Brian, I know your mom is having monetary problems at the moment, but that is no need to hit little girls.” He let the boy’s (Brian) fist go and it went limp, falling back to its side. The new kid pulled out a five dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to him. “There, lunch for you and your brother, next time ask nicely.” Brian and his brother looked at the money and back to the kid, fearful. At this moment I hadn’t seen the kids face, his back was to me and damn he was tall. The two boys ran off to get their lunch but they were truly afraid, you could tell. At this, I thought almost nothing of it, well, I was kind of shocked. At first I was thinking that this boy new Brian and his brother, but then what he said to me after he had turned to me. The boy was tall with dark brown hair and one of the most handsome smiles I had ever seen and even to this day, I can’t find another like it. “Hi Mariah, do you know who I am?” I was shocked to understand that this person knew my name and the name of the two boys by pure intelligence. I struggled to answer but finally let out a simple “N-no.” in one of the grisliest voices I have ever made. “Well sweetie, I’m your guardian angel.” I blushed at this. I had a guardian angel, me. I swear I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. “Really?!” I didn’t want to let go but he pulled me off him and set me down. “Yes,” he pulled out a small, really interesting looking blue rock with some black string on it that seemed like a necklace. “Take this and whenever you need me, kiss it, I will be there. I have to go now sweetie. Good-bye.” He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. I turned away blushing and when I turned back to say something to him, he was gone. He had vanished into thin air. As this happened, the lunch bells rang. I scampered back to class and saw the two boys, just finishing their lunches. It was almost like it was the only meal they had in a while. They saw me and the younger one ran up to me and said “Tell your friend thank you for us.” and before I could reply he ran back to his brother’s side.

That day in class, I kept day dreaming about this mysterious figure that appeared. My guardian angel… I almost didn’t believe it. I needed proof. Soon as I got off the bus, I ran into my house, excited to test out the necklace he gave me. My mother seemed to notice this and she looked at me oddly. “What are you so excited about?” I pulled the stone attached to the necklace out and showed her. “A boy gave me this necklace and said it was magic.” She giggled, “Oh really? A magic necklace? What does it do?” I looked at it. “He said to kiss it whenever I am in trouble.” she sighed and pats me on the head. “I won’t ask who this boy was, but if this necklace isn’t magic just tell me and I will beat him up for you. Alright?” She smiled at me and didn’t even wait for a reply before going to cook dinner again. I ran to my room and immediately shut the door, I can’t remember if I slammed it or not. All I know is that I kissed that stone the second that latch clicked (now I look back and realize how much time a second really is). I was waiting for a reaction or a voice or something, but nothing came up. My little hopes fell so fast. I sighed and took the stone off my neck, placing it on the bedside table. I shoved my face into my pillow and sat there. Not a minute later, I heard that deep and soothing voice. “What did I say, only when you are in trouble.” I jumped up and before I even saw where he was, jumped to hug him. I don’t know what it was about him, it was almost like we were naturally connected, but I just wanted to hug him and he had his arms open, waiting for me. He held me for as long as he could. “You know, I don’t mind. I also forgot something. My name is Ronn, no need for you to introduce yourself.” I didn’t really listen, but I had heard what he said. Again, all I cared about was that I had a guardian angel.

Time passed and things changed. I was slowly growing up, for the rest of my elementary school years I would kiss the stone every day, maybe twice a day. The problems weren’t much, just some bullying stuff, a little bit of depression, even when I needed advice. He seemed to be prepared every time and he knew exactly what to say and do. One time for example, I had chased the ice cream truck down in my neighborhood only to realize that I didn’t have my money with me. I turned and kissed the stone and a few seconds later, here comes Ronn with a dollar in hand. “Sorry about that, she forgets sometimes.” he had said and handed him the money so I could get my ice cream. We sat on the curb and talked while I ate it. He had that devilishly handsome smile every time I saw him. He seemed to always be the same though, the only difference is that some days he would be wearing different clothing or have his hair styled differently (sometimes under a hat). I aged and he didn’t… It is odd how time works now that I look back and see what I know now compared to back then. Back then I just thought that he was a real angel and that he just didn't age.

I grew older, with every year that passed; I started using the stone less. Ronn’s face became less familiar and his voice grew more tiresome. But his smile never changed. In seventh grade I started making more friends again and I was able to take care of myself… I had given up using the stone like I did my imagination. Just put in a box under the bed. For two years, I had not seen that smile that brought me joy, but I didn’t care. I had friends and we would do some things and hang out at the mall. We all liked anime, I still do now actually. So we would go and cosplay (dress-up). My problems disappeared and I forgot about that angel. I never really had boyfriends though, just never wanted one.

My first year of high school was almost tragic for me. I had gone to a different school than all of my friends due to my location. Good thing I knew how to make new friends though. As I was getting dressed that day, I dropped my chap stick on the floor and it rolled under my bed. I sighed and bent over to get it and when I did, I noticed it was against a box. “Wonder what is in there…” I wondered, giggling to myself as I remembered my childhood memories… then that smile popped into my head. I immediately stopped thinking and pulled out the box to find the stone. I grabbed it and brought it out. It no longer had that beautiful blue glow it had before and it had been cracked down the center… My smile faded as did the one in my mind. I shrugged and wrapped it around my neck then quickly ran out to catch my bus. I got to school that day and looked for anyone I might recognize. Sadly there was no one, but I didn’t mind. I will find someone in my first class to hang out with at lunch, for now I will sit alone. I thought this through in my mind and started walking. Two steps later, I bumped into someone; neither of us had been paying attention. We both turned to face each other with a bit of shock on our faces. We both apologized at the same time and laughed about it a bit then he looked at me, his face almost blank though he was just laughing. His eyes fell to my chest and they grew wide. I almost slapped him before I realized that he was actually looking at my necklace. “Hey, what is so interesting about it?” He looked up to me without saying a word and… smiled… at that moment all the memories came back to me and I hugged him tighter than I had ever hugged anyone. There was that devilishly handsome smile again. “Mariah… I’m glad to finally meet you in real time… you stopped calling.” I moved apart from him, still having my hands on his shoulders. He wasn’t as tall as I remembered, but of course I wasn’t tiny anymore, I had hit a growth spurt in eighth grade. I frowned at him. “I didn’t need an angel anymore… wait, what do you mean by real time?” He pulled me off to the side so that we wouldn’t block people. “Time is not important. Just know that this is the exact day you met me five years ago, well for you at least.” I looked back for that moment and realized that he was in the exact same outfit as that day, the exact same hair style too. “And I can tell you that I am not really an angel. That is just how I could explain it to a child.” I smiled. “I guessed that.”

We talked that whole morning about my middle school life and what he had missed and we even went back on our fond memories. I loved talking to him and every second I was with him a new memory came back. Then I realized something. “Why are you the same still? Why were you the same?” He sighed. “Every month for you was a day for me, well, until this moment, technically, the me in sixty days is in that time, sort of. Its real time for him, just like it is for us now, nothing was sped up, it’s just… it’s hard to explain.” I looked at him curiously. “Are you… a time traveler?” He smiled that smile of his at me and nodded. “It is odd how it all works, I mean, I technically don’t meet the past you for another seven hours. I know because you have my soul shard around your neck. It connects me now to me in the time I gave it to you; I know everything I know in that time… well, at least up until the day it broke.” I looked at it carefully. “I’m sorry…” He frowned. “Why is that?” I looked at him, tears forming in my eyes. “I stopped calling for you…” His smile came back and he wiped the tear from my cheek. “Sweetie, you’re fine. We all grow up, even a time traveler like me.” I smiled slightly. “I guess. Hey… can I ask a question.” He looked curiously at me. “What question?” I looked into his eyes. “Why me?” Without taking his glance off mine, he said words that seemed to fill me with some of emotion. “Because you are my Te-Ka. It means that no matter what events happen in what reality, we will always meet.” Of course the reality thing got to me, but I ignored at as I looked into his smile… and as I did, I wondered what his lips would feel like against mine… I leaned in for a kiss and as if he read my mind, he kissed back. I don’t know what it was about it but I seemed entranced and I didn’t want to let go, but he pulled away. “That is for another time and another place. And sweetie, all I have is time.”


Submitted: December 26, 2014

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