Here is a long chapter. She mentions other spirits. It's long, so i'm hoping you will reveiw this.
I was scanning the Gobi desert, looking for at least someone, anyone I could trick. I was high up in the sky, away from the desert heat. Sure, I can't feel the temperature like normal people, but I can still feel it. I don't even know why I was back in a desert; I thought I learned my lesson from the Sahara. "When will I ever learn," I told myself. "People don't ever go in deserts, deserts are no fun."
That is when I decided to look down just then, I abruptly stopped. I almost passed weary desert travelers. "Of course they do have their moments," I argued with a malicious grin on my face.
I gently landed on the ground so they "wouldn't hear me", then I quickly dashed behind a few rocks. Making sure I was well hidden, I peeked out from behind the rock. That's when that annoying little voice popped onto my shoulder.
"Why are you hiding, they can't even see you," it said.
"I'm trying to add more fun to this, mini-me, now will you be quiet. You'll blow my cover," I whispered back.
"Why are you whispering, they can't even hear you."
"Again, trying to add fun, now will you go away before you blow the entire operation and kill all the joy." With that, I hit down on her like a buzzer and she disappeared back into my mind.
You see, I made mini-me back before I met Jack. I made her because I was lonely, and needed someone to talk to. She is basically the doubting voice in my mind, I pull her out of my head whenever I need someone to talk to and there is no one around. She also comes out whenever I have a doubting thought, well not so much anymore. I've been able to keep her locked up and faint most of the time, like she's not even there, because she is really annoying, always arguing with me. I'm not technically insane, but I am talking to myself in a way.
"Why are my inner thoughts so grown up and practical?"
"Maybe because you are over 200 years old and I'm your common sense."
"That was a rhetorical question, mini-me, now go back in my head where you belong." Again, with the buzzer hit.
"Oi, now where was I, oh yeah." Peeping behind the rock, I see the weary travelers are still in range. "Ema to base, target is in sight, permission to shoot? Permission granted." I pulled out my bow, then my arrow. "Ready," I pulled back the string, "Aim," I pointed it toward the first traveler, "imagine," in my mind I created a lush, paradise, with birds of paradise, mango and banana trees, and maybe if they can see that far, a cool spring. I took a deep breath, then said quickly and quietly "fire." The target hit its mark right in the traveler's rump.
The traveler looked dazed at first. Then he looked up, in amazement. I peeked into his vision to see if it worked, perfection, I don't know how I do it. The traveler then started dancing, even with his partner "We're saved! We're saved!" I found it hilarious, him, running off to embrace the oasis that wasn't there. I couldn't contain my laughter; I was rolling on the ground, clutching my sides.
"Well as much as I'd love to see how he reacts to finding out the oasis is fake, I have to be somewhere." I pulled out a calendar from thin air and checked today's date, it said in big letters 'GO HOME TODAY' "Today is a very special day for me, and I don't want to be late."
I ran a few feet, and then jumped onto a trampoline I made. I kept jumping until I made myself a luge track home, then I jumped onto the luge track. Halfway through luging, I turned myself over so I could relax the rest of the way there. "Ah, Berwick, I haven't seen that place in 7 months, it feels good to be finally going home."
Once I was in Maine, I flipped myself over. Once in Berwick, I jumped up, did a flip, and landed on my feet with my arms up, like a cheerleader. "HOME AT LAST," I shouted.
I gently landed in the middle of the school yard. I thought about making an illusion of the bell ringing, but today was big day for me, so I didn't want any trouble. I think I learned my lesson from 25 years ago.
Instead, I made an illusion of in-coming rain for the teachers, for the kids, I made the fog on the window look like fairies and students on a train leaving school. Some teachers looked out the window and worried, while some kids looked out the window and saw my illusion. The kids tried to guess what they saw in the window, some were a little off, while some were dead on.
Inside one of the classrooms, Kayla was one of the ones to see my fog picture; I peeked into her vision to see what she was drawing. Aww, she was drawing the inside of my fog train. That's adorable. Unfortunately the teacher caught her "doodling".
"Kayla, what do you think you're doing?"
"Nothing Ms. Rowlin, just taking notes."
"Really, pictures too." Boy, Kayla sure needed help with her lying. The teacher gave her a warning not to draw in class. Well, I'll show her. I fired an arrow at the blackboard. Soon, all the kids started laughing. The writing looked just like dancing weasels.
I was laughing along with them, guess who showed up behind me then.
"Hey Ema, what'd you do this time. Dancing weasels, that's hilarious!"
"I know. Everyone can't yell at me about that, that's just writing. At least the weasels aren't moving, or jumping onto the floor." A kid was even drawing the teacher getting attacked by weasels, sweet.
We decided to go downtown to see the sights, and to please Jamie, with his daughter not getting distracted.
"So, how long have you been gone?"
"7 months."
"Wow, must be great to be back, huh."
"It's amazing. I have a special feeling about today. I feel like nothing can go wrong, I might even get believed in."
"I wouldn't set the expectations to high, you might get disappointed."
"I'm not saying it will happen, it might though."
"So, if nothing will go wrong, why haven't you caused any trouble today?"
"I was thinking of creating an illusion of the bell ringing early, but I decided not to push it, I didn't want to ruin my day."
"All right, who are you and what have you done with Ema Fay?"
"What?"
"You used to love creating trouble."
"Yeah, but last time I created trouble on a big day, it ruined my day. You know I was able to shape mountains, I can't now. I'll just keep losing implements."
"That hasn't stopped you before, what else is it?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Please."
"No, and do not make me create a thousand of me, just to get the message through that persistent head of yours." Truth is, I was didn't want to push it, because I thought it was like a taboo. I did something bad on a big day, and then I got a court hearing. After losing the ability to shape grass, I found out Jack was a guardian, and I'd be spending less time with him, also I don't have any memories, and never was a person. I don't need more bad news.
"More then one of you, I don't think I'd be able to handle that." if only he knew about mini-me. Mimi-me is the only secret I've kept from Jack, if he knew I talked to a little me, he'd think I was insane. In fact, nobody knows about mini-me other then me.
While Jack was visiting Jamie, I went to check on Kayla. She was telling her mom about the picture. "I drew it in school today; I was inspired by the fog on the window."
"Looks like someone got a little visit from an Ema Fay." She said my name, now will Kayla believe in me?
"Who's Ema Fay?" Drat.
"Just an expression dear, now what costume do you want for Halloween?" WHAT! Ema Fay is just an expression. Steam was coming out my ears, literally. To calm down, I told myself to remember that she is an adult.
"You know what mom, I don't really know yet."
"It's okay, you have over a month to decide." Jamie then came in.
"Yes, we need to disguise you so you scare the demons, instead of the demons scaring you."
"Hey Mom, Dad said the demons love cake, it's a way to bribe them to leave you alone."
"Yes, they're too hocked up on that stuff," I added in.
"I don't know, maybe that's too much sugar for one Halloween."
"Please," begged Jamie and Kayla. I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. As my farewell, I put 2 tears for the eyes and drew a frown on the window. I went back to my tree. Jack was right, don't place too high expectations, you'll just get disappointed.
Well, I think the endings are sad. I wouldn't know what you think, because I'm not getting any reviews. Are my stories that bad? Your bringing sadness to the little writer in me. No flames, just rate and reveiw, PLEEAASE! I'm desperate here.
