Owlings and Demons by T. Richardson (polar express read aloud .txt) 📕

nails at her left eye and purposely missed. I missed because she wasn’t the one who caused him to be half blind for the day. I rapped my straight beautiful hair around her arm and squeezed, reminding myself of Medusa and her snake locks of hair.
She fell to the ground. “Let go!” she yelled. Her arm turned a sickening blue and I could tell it had lost feeling. And when the blueness spread to the rest of her body I stopped.
“Come on Johnny!” I yelled. He went on his parked bike and I went on mine and we rode as far as we could hoping we wouldn’t meet into Adam.
“Oh my gosh!” he yelled. “You did it!” I was nearly upset at him.
“She was right.” I said. “You did

force me to do something I didn’t want to,”
He looked at me. “Seriously,” he said. “I was just trying to teach you to fight for yourself.”
“But I wasn’t though.” I explained. “I was only fighting for you so if you hurt her you wouldn’t be in trouble. I felt like I was fighting for you the whole entire time.” I stopped my bike feeling guilty for what I did but angry about what he made me do.
“These demons in angel form framed us of being the demons, and you feel bad, for her?” he asked.
“Maybe I don’t believe that,” I said. “Maybe they are the angels and we are the demons just confusing ourselves. Maybe you are going nuts and not knowing what you're talking about. When I saw Kelly’s grandfather, who was definitely not an angel, he was evil and laughing. I saw him and so did you, and that was no angel in demon form, if we saw him we have to be demons too.”
He seemed disappointed but starting to get the point I was trying to put across to him. “I showed you that we could fly, exactly like angels, we could do more things than anybody,” he explained.
“But listen,” I said. “You also showed me how we could not keep secrets and we cannot forgive, and now I can’t do anything about that. You showed me that the anger you always feel is to kill someone. We… are not, and will never be anything… close to angels.”
I began to ride off on my bike. He began to ride also. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked pedaling. I wanted to shake my head so bad but I just couldn’t.
“You're an idiot,” I said looking back at him. I watched his eyes turn a glowing red. “You are stupid,” I said. “When you met me you told me it was sad that I hadn’t known who I was, but it's you who has no idea!” My eyes turned violet slower than before. My teeth grew sharper and my nails were so long that if I was standing straight with my hands to my side they would touch my calves. I chuckled towards the nonsense he was giving me. I was being verbally used. My hair grew longer, past my feet. Johnny began riding his bike the direction away from me.
My hair kept growing and followed his tracks nearly exactly, it took him against his chest and off his bike while his bike moved on steadily and fell. My hair took him closer to me, and then off the ground. “Wha-what are you doing Erica?” he cried.
“I-I am not an angel.” I slammed him to the ground feeling the pull of my long strong hair. He groaned and yelled of pain. “You have been using me!” I yelled. “You only kissed me so you could pull me closer to you! To make me do horrible things to good people! I may be a demon but I will never be as demonish as you!”
I took my hair and threw him onto a tree and he fell to the ground coughing. All around me I could see ghosts of demons with questioned faces. “A fight between demons?” one asked. “I have never seen such.”
These demons were the ugliest to ever be seen. “The next generations of demons are a lot more attractive,” another said. Another nodded agreeing with him. With only a glimpse of my left eye, I could hardly notice Jonathan charging at me with nails much longer than mine. He yelled the loudest shout I have ever heard, something that made the drums in my ear pop and anyone who'd been human's ears bleed.
He came over to me and scratched my arm giving me the most horrible bleeding scar that I’d ever get. I yelled. I also gave up. “No more!” I yelled. He stopped also. “Go away! I don’t want you around me.”
He stood just a little bit away from me. “That was the most,” he began, “foolish thing I have ever seen a demon do.” I hated him so much at the moment that I wanted to scream. I slapped him in the face. He touched his face like it burned and it probably did, with my nails, at least. I looked at him and he looked back at me.
“Go away! What are you doing here!?” I asked. “Aren’t you angry with me?” He shook his head. He snapped trying to get my attention, and luckily, for him, he did.
“I was never using you,” he said. “I promise. Maybe I just happen to really like you.” I felt like smiling but I didn’t because I didn’t want him to see through me.
“Go away,” I muttered. I heard him walk away but when I turned around he was still there and he kissed me, very suddenly, and I felt like objecting but just as I was, he finally parted. I couldn't take it anymore, he was driving me crazy! “Why do you like me?”
He laughed. “Because you're stronger than me,” he said. He began to walk home as I did too. I felt very uncomfortable when he kissed me. He didn’t even notice but his eyes were still red the whole entire time.
The ghosts of demons surrounded me again, “Wow,” one said. “He’s absolutely in love with you but still wanted to kill you at the same time? I think his eyes were even a darker shade of red when he began to kiss you." It chuckled in its defense. "That is very sad.” I
I nodded. “I know,” I said. “I’m never going to stoop down to his anger level again. It’s...” Frightening. I sighed. I began to cry in the palm of my hands.
"Oh sweetie,” one said.
“Get away from me!” I yelled. I was tired of some old ancestors following me home. I waved my hands in the air like I was swatting a fly. They wouldn’t go away. They all started talking about how they died but one single voice came apart from the rest of the crowd saying,
“You’re next” everyone became silent and looked around for the person who said that aloud.
“What?” I asked scared. "Who said that?"
“Uh…” a ghost said. Then they all disappeared. I walked home for the rest of the morning and watched as it turned to the afternoon. I went inside my bed and relaxed for a while. My eyes were still violet. “Ugghh!” I hated being hated by someone who said that they were mine. If he were mine he wouldn’t be so far away, he wouldn’t lie, he wouldn't have tried hurting me like he did-but then again, he told me a gravity brought him closer to the death's of his loved ones. No matter what. Am I one of them?

One Step Closer

This morning I woke up at 5:00 am to the sound of lightning and thunder, and the echo of the words “you’re,” and “next.” When that person said I was next I think he meant to die. Or was I just making it seem that way? Who said this to me?!
I was so tired; I went to bed at 1:00 am this morning. I accidentally packed my bag with broken electronics and, thank God, my math homework. I rode my bicycle to my stop and parked it next to a stop sign. Hopefully when I came home it would be stolen already. All of a sudden I saw Johnny walking towards me. His eyes were dark brown until he looked up at me and they turned red again. I backed up and began to whimper like a child.
He came closer to me and took the back of my head and kissed my lips. I began pushing him off of me but he wouldn’t go away so when the bus moved in I ran away quickly. I found a seat and he sat next to me. I felt awkward.
“Are you ok?” he asked. I nodded squishing myself into the seat scooting away from him. He put his arm around my shoulder as I put my arms around myself trying not to be scared of what he would do. “You seem different.”
He sighed slowly when I didn't say anything.
“I love you, you know,” he said.
I stifled a gasp and easily hid it. I was not going to allow him to have the satisfaction of me replying nicely. “Thanks.” I replied with a fake smile. He nodded.
“Um…” he began. He was the one making this awkward with those red eyes of his. “By any chance do you love me

?” he asked. I shook my head not looking straight into his eyes, but when I did they were brown. He took his arm away from my shoulder. He wasn’t angry at me or feels the urge to kill me. I was happy again and less gloomy.
“I mean I do,” I said. I kissed his cheek. “I do love you,” I repeated. These words, I didn't even say them to my mother on a regular basis. He put his arm back around me and his eyes turned red again. I didn’t understand why this was happening and I didn’t care. As long as his eyes turned brown when he said he loved me was all that mattered.

Jonathan’s Point of View

It was strange,