The Unwilling Angel

Tammy isn't on earth any more. In fact, she's under it. Her body lies under the ground in a sealed coffin, buried after a tragic accident that wasn't an accident. Her spirit roams the Afterlife, having fun. Tammy doesn't care about what happened to her. Then, back on earth, her old friend Nick gets her attention and suddenly Tammy has to find out what happened to her.


1. Fields of Aaru-Ancient Egypt

It really puts a downer on your Sweet Sixteen party when you die on the way there.

I mean, there I was, minding my own business, chatting to my two besties Marie and Sara, and then I just... died. I don't know how. I don't know why. I was a good girl, maybe the occasional drink or two, but there was no reason for me to be killed off. Huh. Killed off doesn't exactly sound nice. It's what my sister Jenny does to her characters, often in the saddest and most dramatic ways possible. Jenny has broken the hearts of many of her 'internet fans' and takes great delight in doing so.

Anyway, dying is pretty interesting. It's like going to sleep. Only a bit more painful. All I can remember is Mum shouting at Dad to get out of the way of the car behind us and then a sharp pain in my heart, like something was torn out of it. There was a horrible scream and the next thing I can remember was being here.

It was very disorientating at first. I didn't know what had happened, why I was there or where I was. I wandered around, looking for something to do when I walked into my granny. She had been dead for two years. Then I knew something was wrong. I never dreamed about her, ever. I really only dreamed of fame and fortune because, as Jenny puts it, I am 'that kind of girl'. My granny explained where I was and what had happened. She described it as 'Paradise, where you can do whatever you like and have whatever you wish for.' I asked her where I was and again she said Paradise. It scared me and, because I am a mature sixteen year old, I started to cry.

I wandered around for a while, avoiding my granny, and then I managed to almost fall into a lake. There were several people around it, looking into the lake. Three of them had wings.

They. Had. Wings.

Have you ever seen a pair of wings like that? They were beautiful. They were like a swan's wings, soft and covered in pure white feathers. They were small, starting from the middle of their back and reaching up to their ears. Well, they were small compared to the sort of wings I had expected. I mean, you end up in this weird place where you see your dead relatives. It's got to be Heaven, right? So these people were angels, they had to be. Not angles, it drives Jenny mad when she sees someone spelling 'angel' as 'angle'. She once laughed for two hours straight when she found something that said "I am going with my brother to be an angle in heaven now". Seriously? I had this image of two protractor things that we use in Maths having a tearful reunion in a place in the clouds. Then I laughed with her. 

By the way, I have a nasty habit of going completely off topic. Anyway, I had always imagined angels as wearing beautiful long dresses, being girls, and having massive wings. These angels were both male and female, had little wings (But still. They had wings, for God's sake) and wore sort of modern-ish looking clothes. Weird.

One of them, a boy, came up to me. He was sort of good looking I suppose, not exactly 'oh my stars you're so gorgeous can I please stroke your hair it seems to defy gravity aaaah' kind of gorgeous. Still. He was pretty.

"Tamryn Calder?" He looked at me, his head slightly tilted in a way that would make Marie, my very fangirly friend, squeal and  start babbling about how beautiful he was. "Is that your name?"

I snapped out of my little bubble of thoughts and blushed. "Uh huh," I answered and immediately inwardly kicked myself. You do not go about answering pretty boys with 'uh huh'. You just don't. I shook my head slightly and he looked at me strangely. "So, is that not your name?" he asked, his head still tilted to the side. Maybe he does it when he's confused?

"No, it is," I said, twirling my hair around my finger because it is what I do when I'm embarrassed. "But I'd like it better if you called me Tammy. Who are you?"

I think everyone, at some point in their life, (Or afterlife, in my case) will ask the inevitable question that is 'Who are you?' but I don't think anyone has ever asked it in a weirder situation then I have.  I was in a strange place with a lake and people with wings-I still haven't got over that-and of course the first question I asked was 'Who are you?' Not 'Where am I?' or 'Why am I here? Why am I not at my Sweet Sixteen party eating cup cakes and hanging out with my besties?' I asked the boy, who had wings by the way, what his name was.

The boy smiled. He smiled. I had to bite back a squeal. The boy had gone up in my list of pretty boys, now he was at 'omg omg omg that smile how is it possible teach me to smile like that aah' in my list. Oh yes. I have a list.

"I'm Jason." He pointed at two giggling girls in the distance, only one had wings. "That's Anna." The girl with wings waved at me. "And that's Tessie." The other girl smiled and went back to giggling with Anna. Jason looked back at me. "And you Tammy, are at the Green Lake. This is where the angels live."



"Angels?" I repeated, confused. "Oh, sorry. I must be lost..."

Jason laughed. "You're not lost," he assured me. "You're exactly where you need to be." He held out his hand, smiling at me. "Come on. I'll show you the Halls." Confused, I took his hand and he lead me towards a huge, church-like building.

I couldn't help but hope that this 'Halls' place could explain why people had wings.

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