Eli
Eli's P.O.VWhat the future holds scares me. I have always tried to live in my past, trying to put the future off, for as long as I can. I died when I was only five, so I had no task, as I had so far done nothing wrong. I was pretty much raised by angels, leading on to the test. To earn the title of 'Lord' and become a tester, you have to pass a test, and I'm not talking a pen and paper test, I'm talking a hard, physical test. That was when I was cursed. As soon as I passed, they cursed me, an experiment. I can't fly, unless something motivates me.
"Eli," Comes a voice from behind me. Only one person calls me Eli, not Lord Pocheco. I turn around, my blonde bangs covering my eyes for a split second.
"Steph, hi," I greet, the early morning sun giving me the ability to actually be able to tell who's in front of me. "What time is it?" I ask.
"Five twenty-six," Stephania announces. Five. Twenty. Six. You've got to be kidding me. I thought it was at least six o'clock! "You tired?" Stephania taunts playfully, reading the surprise on my face.
"No, I was worried that you were," I say blankly. I want to say some witty comment to her taunt, smile at least. The smile that used to be plastered across her face, disappears with my reply. I look away to avoid the disappointment pulling down Stephania's mood. I feel horrible talking to everyone like this. With most people, their task would be over by now, but Steph's task will go on for a while. Why can't I smile, just once, at least I'm allowed to go with her when she goes to her task, except I keep losing my temper.
"When do I go down?" She asks.
"WE, go down at eight, so in about two and a half hours," I respond, emphasising on the 'we'. I watch as she tries to hide the smile creeping across her face.
"LORD POCHECO! STEPHANIA!" A-voice-that-sounds-an-awful-lot-like-Tyler's yells. Steph spins around and smiles widely.
"HIYA!!" She yells back. I nod in Tyler's direction as he jogs up to us. He gives a mischievous grin.
"What are you two doing up so early?" Tyler questions, mischief spilling off his voice.
"Talking," Steph replies.
"About what,"
"Stuff,"
"Well I want to talk about stuff too," Tyler says, pretending to be offended. I watch as Steph rolls her eyes and grins. I walk away.
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