I snuck back into my bed, thankful my mom and my sister are such deep sleepers. I checked my phone I had felt vibrating the entire time I was with Delfini. 

George: Hey, r u up

George: my brother was wrong to say mean things to u

George: u mad at me?

George: u alive?

Erin: No, I already told you yesterday I was dead.

Just so I don't have to keep typing, "Note from the Author" besides at the very end, this is how it will be formatted. I just wanted to say that I couldn't remember what the character's name was. I was about to put Uil, then Sam (look to my other story), then Erin, back to Sam, until finally resting on Erin. I have been away from my story for too long.

Erin: Is something wrong?

George: Soel isn't here!

I sat upright on my bed.

Erin: What do you mean?

George: I mean he isn't in the house!

Erin: Does anyone else know, do you think?

George: No, dads asleep and becky is in her bedroom, most likely reading/sleeping

Whenever George texted me, it made me want to crumble in a ball for the way he put his words. He knew that, and still did it as a joke.

George: Should I call the police

Erin: Is the window open?

I remembered George sending a picture of his room when he was trying to clean it. Before and after. 

George: Oh

George: lol

George: do u think he run awy

Erin: Alright, I'm sorry. But I am about ready to throw my phone. Apparently it is making your messages make no sense. May you please repeat yourself?

I could practically hear my friend sigh. My friend. We had never actually fought, we avoided drama, and although he had his own group of friends, he always managed to make me feel equal and important. He never left me alone for very long, which I sometimes get annoyed with, but I know he has the best intentions.

George: You can be hard to deal with sometimes, you know?

Erin: It isn't being difficult, it is being stubborn. 

George: Whatever you want to cqll it. Do you think Soel just ran away?

I realized I had a smile spread across my face. I pressed my mental reset button that controlled my emotions. People say you shouldn't bottle your thoughts and feelings up, or else it will explode and you will get worse. I do it because it keeps me from being vulnerable, which makes me feel stronger. I bottle things up before burying it so deep, I don't even know what I'm feeling or thinking sometimes.

Erin: It's possible. Just sit tight and wait for a bit. Let me know if he comes back. It's almost midnight and I'm pretty tired. If you text me, the vibration will be able to wake me up, so don't worry about it. Seriously, text me if he comes back.

I waited for a few minutes before turning my phone off and placing it under my pillow. I was exhausted, so I fell asleep a few moments after I shut my eyes. I woke up to my pillow vibrating. I pulled my device out sleepily from underneath and saw it was past three. I had a message from Jo.

George: He's here. He's fine, he just thought he heard a noise outsid

Erin: That's good. 

George: Would it be alright if I stopped by your house tomorrow just to check up on you? We could go see the new spiderman movie if you are feeling up to it. Round noon?

Erin: Really? But you hate superhero movies!

George: I think I could make an exception. We can just consider it a tribute to Delfini and Uil.

I had a wide grin on my face. He was willing to watch a movie that he didn't even like, simply because it was one of my favorite superhero. When the Spiderverse movie came out, I convinced him to dress up as one of the spidermen while I went as the female in all white. 

Erin: Here, here! We can eat whatever you want in the cafeteria at the mall afterwards.

We finished making our plans, and Jo suggested we take his sister with us, that way I'll be able to meet his dad and his sister. 

George: Woah, look at the time!

Erin: Are you trying to subtly tell me that you are done texting? ;)

George: What? No! I just mean, it is five in the morning. No wonder I'm struggling to stay awake.

Erin: You mean to say that when you were ignoring me for about ten minutes, you were asleep? 

Erin: "You fell ashleep?" 

George: It was eighteen pages. FRONT AND BACK!

Erin: I hope you don't loose any sleep. Wishing. You were with me!

George: Don't worry about me sleeping. I still have your LETTER!

Who gets that reference? I just thought I should contribute one of my favorite shows I have been watching with my mother since I was eight. It is TV-14. Nailed it!

George: Seriously, Erin.

He remained active, and I realized he must have fallen asleep while typing his message. I smiled and turned my phone off, and tried to get some sleep, excited to have my friend back. I couldn't calm my thoughts, so I snuck out of the house and went for a quick bike ride, only three miles. I rode my bike on the sidewalk surrounding a pond in a large circle, each loop equaling one mile. It was right next to our house, so my mom usually lets me go to the pond no matter the time or weather. I could feel the September wind picking up, blowing against my hair. My short hair blowing freely.

Author Mistake: I forgot how I described her originally, so if it turns out she doesn't actually have short hair, but long hair, don't come for me. Writing two stories at once is confusing me.

I rode my bike back home, watching Netflix on my phone through my headphones in the backyard. I was so close to finishing Flash, I could basically taste the finale. I was watching the 43-45 minute episodes until 10:30, and I realized Jo would leave his house around 11:30, his father and sister meeting us at the theatre. 

I realized I hadn't showered since Tuesday, and I ran to the shower, taking a five minute long shower. That may not seem long to you, but I usually just wash my hair. I put my hair in a bun after brushing my teeth and changing into skinny jeans with the fake pockets. 

I hate it when they put fake pockets on jeans.

I put on a theatre shirt from Lion King Jr. and a gray sweatshirt around my waist. As I tied my shoes, my sister woke up. I grabbed her a granola bar from the cabinet. I put on cartoons for my seven year-old sister. She ate a bowl of cereal as she watched Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. They had the episode with the evil drawing dude. Then they had the episode with the illusions. Finally there were the two episodes where all the villains from before get-I don't know. All I know about it is from Adelaide ranting to me about how stupid these characters were. When I heard a knock from the front door, I looked at my phone. It was noon and we were going to a theatre that was thirty minutes away, just for the fun of it. I had never been, but I heard rumors of reclining chairs. 

"Bye, Dandelion! Tell Mama I said bye!" I yelled as I ran out the door, not expecting George to be standing so close to the door. I ran into him, my face hitting his chest, just below his neck. I backed up and he smiled at me.

"Ope, sorry!" 

"Ope?" He was holding back a smile.

"What's so amusing about my saying 'ope'? Why is everyone-" He pulled out his phone and showed me the screenshot of the meme. He put his hand on my shoulder in an attempt to mock sympathy.

"Don't worry, we all say it." I punched the side of his arm and brought him to the back yard where we sat side by side on the rocking bench-swing, thing.

"So, do you agree with some of the things Soel said?" I wanted to know, not to get offended, but to get better. We were swinging softly.

"Well, I mean you, like," we were both looking at our feet, our shoulders bumping together. "You aren't perfect, but I think we are such good friends because of who we both are." His voice got sad. "We always tell each other everything." He sounded forlorn, like he was betraying. Or almost like he was the one getting betrayed. I looked to my watch. It was almost one, we were going to leave at one thirty so we could get to the movies at two. Jo's father is taking Becky shopping before the movies, and I was somehow able to get out of that.

He looked ashamed, like he was contemplating something, but felt guilty for thinking. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." I knew he was lying. I was beginning to worry he knew I was Uil. I mean, come on! He said something about "friends not keeping secrets". We just stared silently ahead of us, watching the trees that we could see behind the fence. My phone buzzed from my gray purse I slung across my chest. I pulled it out and realized it was already 1:30.

"Let's go," we stood up and just before I reached the gate, I heard a bang and I saw a boy, held in a shadow's arms. Wait, what?

"Hello, Uil!" She spoke to me, focusing on running. I could see only bright purple lights where her eyes would most likely be placed.

"Who are you?" I asked. The woman stopped running. 

"I am Shadowan, and I hope you'll meet me for one of your supporters!" Her voice sounded harsh. "The Museum downtown, in twenty minutes. Good bye," I couldn't move. I blinked, and I was on the ground, looking up at Jo who was sitting by my side. He looked annoyed.

"Why are you the owl girl?"

I sat up frantically. "No, no, no, I-I'm not!" I tried to convince him. His eyes caught on my nails, and I knew it was all over.

"I thought you didn't like getting your nails done. What changed?" He had a smug smile on his face.

"I wanted to do something to pass the time while I was sick!"

"You seem fine now!" He was obviously annoyed. What happened? Are we in some kind of reality television show? Are Jo and I just going to begin a fight every time we get over one?

I spoke to him in the calmest tone I could muster. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you. But a villain has just captured some boy from our school, and she is taking him the museum. So I ask you, would you like to discuss this on the way there?"

"No. I'm staying-" his face turned pale. I stood up, and tried to help him stand as well, but his body was partially limp. "Wha-did you see the boy she had?" He looked frightened, but his body stiffened so I didn't have to struggle to keep him standing.

"Blond hair, shaggy, he was tall,-" 

"Take me! We need to go, now!" 

"Why do you care now?" 

"That might be Soel!"

"Soel, like your brother?"

"Stop asking me pointless questions and just transform," George whispered.

"Uil, owls!" I could feel the unforgettable sense of feathers whisking around me. I grabbed George by the waist and together, the work mainly set on my wings, we flew towards the museum.

     Note from the Author:

          Alright, so I want to make a few changes. This story will no longer be a daily thing because I feel like it is just sucking out the quality, and if I'm going to write something, I don't want it to sound bad. Second, my other story, the fan fiction, I have the "Beginning Glories" for. 

"Beginning Glories" is what I call the beginning phase of a story that you begin with, a constant flow of ideas, never ending ideas that actual sound good. It eventually fades into the point where I am with this story. It has only a few people reading it, I am rushing myself everyday, and I have forgotten all my good ideas.

Lastly, I just want to give a shout out to the people (cough, cough, Person, cough, cough) who are reading my story/stories. Now, by the time you read this, I might have gotten 100 reads, then you'll be offended because I said only one person is reading. Well, as of May 14, 2019, only one person has read past chapter three. I'm sorry, today has been a rough day and once I begin ranting about something, I have a hard time stopping.