iTurn Back in Time
Chapter 4 : iSee My Angel
She glared at me. "Shut up Freddiefartface!"
Freddie
I was walking my way to my locker silently and I happened to see Carly on hers, pulling out some books and notebooks. Just as she was to close her locker, she waved at me and forced out a little smile. "Hi Freddie." She said weakly.
It wasn't her usual smile. She left silently and headed to her next class, carrying a few books with her. I sighed as I watched her go and enter a classroom.
It has been exactly a week since Sam's burial. For some reason, the two of us managed to live our lives without her. Sure it was pretty hard, but we have to get used to it. Carly's doing fine in hiding all her pain from other people, but not from me. When I looked into her eyes I saw nothing but emptiness and frustration, her longing for her best friend.
Before, I thought I was the only one who was missing Sam. At first it was weird for me. Completely weird. I thought Carly had already gotten past the big issue. But there was a time when I asked Spencer if she was okay, he replied with a big no and told me that she was actually crying every night.
Yes, how dumb.
The bell rang and I headed to my class in silence, imitating Carly's past actions. I went straight to Bio.
I turned the door knob and slowly opened the door. It was noisy, full of chattering and shouting. Heads turned to me and the class fell utterly quiet as soon as I got in. They all stared at me. I'm sure they already heard of what happened to Sam.
There were two vacant seats near the back row. I carefully placed my backpack on the chair and gently placed all reading paraphernalia on the desk. I kept my mouth shut and stared at my lap blankly.
Ms. Litton entered the room. She pulled out a long list. Every morning, she would check our attendances. I cupped my hand on my chin, waiting for my turn.
"Benson, Fredward."
I raised my hand. "Present."
This was the daily routine for this subject; say present, get everyone to listen to her and start the discussion. Lastly, wait for the bell.
"Puckett, Samantha." She called. What was she thinking?
"Ma'am, haven't you heard about Sam?" Someone asked.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry. I... I forgot."
Forgot? Darn, this is so stupid.
But then I remembered the times she would call Sam, the demon won't respond until Ms. Litton got angry. I smiled at the memory.
Ms. Litton instructed us to get ready with our partners. "Bring your materials out." She said. I turned to my right and looked on the seat where Sam was supposed to be seating. I had no lab partner.
Sam was my lab partner. I remembered the time when we were arguing, no, not arguing but fighting. As in physically. She was my partner in our Science project too and she smashed our project I made the whole night before. She was asking Gibby if she can have some bacon (you know how she speaks right? Rudely). He said no and put it inside his bag. What happened next? Sam raged in anger.
"Give me that Gibby!"
"No way!"
It was funny. I smiled and went on to continue reminiscing. They both stood up and got into a brawl. I was trying to make them stop when Sam pushed me away. You know how strong she was. I flew across the room and luckily Shane caught me. I stood up and went back to them when Sam smashed our project.
"What the hell!"
She glared at me. "Shut up Freddiefartface!"
Ms. Litton yelled at us. "YOU THREE ARE ALL IN DETENTION!"
Don't worry, I wasn't really in detention that time. Ms. Litton told us that to scare me (Yah, I was the only one who was scared enough to freeze) and the three of us went to the detention room. Ms. Litton talked to me and told me that I can go and leave the two 'bacons' there.
The remainder of the day was fairly normal to me. I got home and threw my backpack on the floor and was really lucky Mom wasn't there. She would go hysterical if she saw my actions. She said it wasn't proper if I threw my things like that. She would start to talk about things like the bag would be prone to damages and whatsoever.
I sat on the couch, stared out of the window. Light was passing through and made me think of Sam again. She reminded me of the light. Maybe because of her golden hair. I really liked her hair. Some times, I felt the urge of telling her that her hair really suited her. Unfortunately, it was one of the things I failed to tell her when she was still alive.
I was doing a lot of thinking lately. I was very tired and my eyelids felt heavy. Just when I was drifting off to sleep, someone out of the blue called my name.
"Freddie."
I immediately opened my eyes searched for the source of the voice, hoping that it was Sam's. My heart was beating rapidly. My mind was calling out to Sam, only it never reached her. There, near the telly, was a figure standing beside it, wearing all white.
"Hello there, buddy."
I stared at the person. Just who is this guy?
"Depressed?" He smirked.
"What do you think?" I said sarcastically. "And who the hell are you?"
He grinned at me. Oh man, this bloke's gone crazy. "Travis, your guardian angel."
"Oh." I paused and it all sank to me. "My what?"
"Guardian angel."
I shook my head in disbelief. "Oh no, you're not."
"Yes I am." He nodded.
I can't believe this guy. "Prove it!" I challenged him.
"Okay." He pointed a finger at the pillow beside me and turned it into fried chicken on a plate. "See?"
Oh shoot. "Of all things, why did you turn the pillow into some nasty fried chicken!" I yelled at him. Mom's gonna kill me. It was her favorite pillow. And now it's gone edible!
"It's Sam's favorite food, isn't it." He took a step forward. "Or was?"
"Get out or else I'll call the police." I tried to threaten him. I wasn't sure if this would work. I tried it anyway, hoping it would.
"Sure, if you want I'll be the one to call them for you." He walked to the phone and started dialing, pressed it to his ear and spoke. "Hello? This is Freddie Benson. There's an intruder in the house and you have to come here really quick!"
He can imitate my voice.
"Hey stop it! Stop it this instant!" I interrupted him.
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Okay." He dropped the call.
I stood and yelled at him again. "What do you want?"
"That is actually my question for you. What do you want?"
"I want you to get out of here!" I shouted pointing a finger at him. I cannot call the police...who knows maybe they're already preparing a platoon or something.
"You don't want Sam back?" He asked.
I fell silent.
Sam coming back?
"I am giving you a gift today, well, only if you'd let me."
I stared at him. Would he revive Sam? No, that was insanely impossible.
He put his hands on his pockets. My chest throbbed.
"You are going to see her again."
Erika's Chiz
I edited this chapter. :) I hope it got better. :D