The After Life by Sapheria (bill gates book recommendations .txt) 📖

followed her until she left. Then they danced back to the headmistress.

"So, you can return to your room and pack up, then finish today's classes and eat dinner. Good-bye, dear," she said. Of course she's nice as soon as I'm leaving. I smiled a fake smile and walked to my room.

When I got there, I grabbed everything I could find of mine, okay maybe one or two things of my roommate's, and stuffed them into the luggage. I was done soon so I walked down the seven flights of stairs and into the cafeteria's waiting arms. Laughter, food, and words were being thrown into the air. Usual day... but for some reason I kept thinking something big was going to happen...
Chapter Three: Tamara's P.O.V.

"You want me to what," I yelled. Jake was telling me that I had to be some Guardian Angel to some stupid human back on Earth. "I thought I died! Why would I have to work?" He was currently crouched behind a chair because I threw books, tables, and sofas at him in order to get started with the lessons. But when he finally told me it didn't help his case since, well, I was told I had to work...while I was dead.

"You just have to guide and help them to their right path and, of course, save them before they die. But that's only if it's before their time. I hope you'll make a great one but if you keep on throwing things at me I might just not teach you because that last one almost hit a place that would've really hurt," he replied. I just stared at him. Wondering how stupid someone could be, and if he could surpass it. My eyes roamed around the room and landed on a dagger that was lying on the dresser. "No!" Jake had yelled the words and the dagger moved without anyone touching it. A look of horror crossed over my features.

"You...can move things... with your mind?!"

"Well, yes, you can too if only you would listen to the lessons I have to teach you."

"I've been trying to get you to teach me for the past HOUR!"

"And I've

been trying to dodge books and chairs for the past hour."

"Good point," I stated because it was. It was a very good point. I had been throwing books and chairs at him for the past hour but its been because he wouldn't teach me! Besides girls always win.

"No, girls do not always win, guys just simply... don't like fighting." I couldn't help but think that he was right, that guys wanted something more but I refrained myself so he couldn't hear them.

"Why must you probe my thoughts twenty-four seven?!"

"Because you think immature thoughts and if you're going to be a Guardian Angel you have to learn to think wiser and better. Not just your life will be in your hands anymore, a teenager's life will be in your hands, too."

I sighed and replied, "Fi-i-i-ne." Jake smiled that cute smile he had and asked me to sit in a chair so I marched my booty over to a chair and sat down. He came up behind me and rested his hands on my shoulders.

"First we have to teach you to be human," he said. I probably had a confused look on my face because he continued on with an explanation. "You see, Pixies walk, talk, and look different then everyone else so even on Earth you were not acting human. So let's begin with the walking. Stand up and walk." I stood up and walked over to a clear spot in the room and walked normally.

"You see," he began, "you walk with your back to straight. You need to slouch in order to fit in with them up there..."

Ugh, kill me now.

Chapter Four: MicahLynn's P.O.V.

I had all my bags packed and ready to go but we were waiting at the airport since there was a delay. "You will love this place! They will give you anything you want as long as its reasonable," the woman from the headmistress' office said with enthusiasm. I was feeling everything but excitement.

"I'm hungry, can we go eat at... McDonald's," I asked while thinking, What the hell is McDonald's?!

"Yeah, sure. I recommend their Ranch BLT," she replied. My growling stomach answered for me as we walked three steps to the restraunt. We both ordered the Ranch BLT with fries and a drink. There was an awkward moment when the girl behind the counter leaned over and pinched my cheeks saying, "Maybe McDonald's can do you some good." So you can imagine the happiness I felt when we got out of there a few minutes later.

The plane's number was called not too long after that and we were finally able to board! The plane was nice, we had first class seats so I won't complain. Oh my gosh! I looked over to see Taylor Swift

. My heart accelerated, she was like my idol! So after getting an autograph and maybe a few (37) pictures I went and settled down in my chair, careful to avoid the fat guy beside me with the green pop can.

The plane stopped at Hollywood, California. "Whoa, I get to live in Hollywood," I squealed. The woman nodded and led me to the limo waiting for me but I found out I was the only one who traveled farther then this.

"So, this will take you directly into your new parent's house. Remember, have fun," she said and closed the door. I waited patiently as we zoomed pass building after building. Then we finally got into the place with houses; the residential area. The house we stopped in front of was so huge I had to lean my head back to catch a glimpse of the top! We're talking almost thirty stories. A woman ran out with a smile and gave me a huge bear hug.

"Welcome home," she squealed. Her hair was in the perfect stay-at-home rich mom hairdo and her clothes were the kind you expect to find on an old lady on the golf course. Smelled like it too. Only difference was that she was wearing pearls. "Want to meet your foster sister?" I nodded and she grabbed my wrist and started pulling me into the house. After about, oh, twenty-seven flights of stairs we stopped in front of a room that's door was a bright blue with a black knob. Strange...

Chapter Five: Tamara's P.O.V.

I was finally done training with Jake so he said it was time to put me back on Earth. The catch was that I wouldn't remember my old life, only that I died and that I had to protect, teach, and save the person I was assigned to. Plus a different name. Also, I had to be the complete opposite of my old life. So instead of tomboy I have to a girly-girl...how awesome. Jake raised his hands and, after saying miss you and bye, he clapped his hands together and I was thrown into the body just as soon as the door opened.

"There you are, Evermore," a woman squealed. Memories of this person flooded back into me. Okay, so that's my foster mom and my foster sister. I was placed in here because I accidently caught my old school on fire with my fingertips. And that was all I could see.

"Hi," the girl with her said.

"What's your name," I asked, hating the sound my voice made.

"MicahLynn, you?"

"Evermore, of course."

"Oh yeah, she just said it. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," I replied. She smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. But it was a fake smile, on the inside I knew that it was fake.

"Anyways, want to help me decorate my room, Evermore?"

"Sure. I'd love to," I said and followed MicahLynn into her room. It was bland. Tan walls, white carpet, a queen sized bed, and black curtains. "Girly, boyish, gothic, toyish, Candyland-ish, or something else?" She looked at me for a few moments before answering.

"A mixture of boy and girl." I nodded and whipped out a magazine from the bookshelf.

"You'll want to look through that then," I said and walked out of the room and into my own. From the pink carpets to the pink walls I was pretty sure the girl I was in chose Girly. I walked to the closet and opened the door. Rows upon rows of light pink shirts and tanks, jeans, and skirts, plus a few dresses littered the shelving. But I didn't see shoes anywhere...

Chapter Six: MicahLynn's P.O.V.