"Hannah? Hannah! Are you ok?" I stood over her tentatively, waiting for some sort of reply. She moved a bit and grumbled. "mom I don't wanna go to school..." Tom stood beside me and stared at Hannah. He was about to start poking her with the stick again but I stopped him. "Hannah get up!" I said. she sat up with a dazed look on her face. She looked up and saw me. "Tash! Did you see the floating stick? It poked me..." I decided to pretend this never happened. Hannah didn't seem to remember the conversation we had just had, and if I told her now she would probably faint again. "stick? What stick?" I said, trying to sound confused. "are you ok Hannah? Maybe you should get some rest." "huh? Sure..." she stood up and walked off, probably to find James and go home. I will tell her about tom the angel another time.
This is a really good story, but you update it a lot in one time period. Sometimes people like a little suspense, and we like to have something to look forward to...well maybe it's just me. It doesn't really matter, it's just a tip. Love the story bump!
When I went home, I decided to call Casey up. We chatted for a while. I went to my room to find a book I had borrowed from her. I heard a tapping noise, and I looked up. Tom was there, floating outside my bedroom window. I screamed in surprise and dropped the phone. "hello? Hello?? Tash are you there?" Casey kept talking, but I had forgotten all about the phone. I went to the window and opened it. "Tom what are you doing here!?" "I wanted to see you. Is there anything wrong with that?" "No But what if someone sees me talking to a window!?" "Tell them you were practicing a play or something. Your parents are in spain all week anyway. Why do you have to worry?" "how did you know--" I was interrupted by a loud bang. That was my front door almost coming off its hinges. I heard a few loud steps coming up the stairs, and Casey burst into the room. "Casey!! What the hell are you here for?" "Tash, why wouldn't I be here? The last thing I hear from you on the phone is screaming and... Have I gone crazy or is Tom sitting on your windowsill in an angel outfit?" "Yes, he is.... WAIT YOU CAN SEE HIM!?" "Yes I can see him!!" "But why can YOU see him!?" Tom interrupted us. "Natasha, I think I know why Casey can see me."
Tom paused for a moment. "Casey is my sister. I was put up for adoption when I was a baby because my parents felt they couldn't manage child just yet. They had too many worries, too many problems. By the time they had Casey a year later they felt more ready to accept a new member into the family. My foster parents never told me I was adopted..." He looked at the floor, sadness clouding his eyes. Casey said quietly, "how did you find out?" "they mentioned it after the funeral when our parents were talking. I was there of course. I just floated around. I sat by Tash and my foster family for most of it. That was before I was an angel. I was a ghost, so nobody could see me." I looked at Casey. She was staring at Tom in disbelief. "y-you're my b-b-brother!?" "yep." I looked at their faces. It was funny. They had the same sky blue eyes, but everything else was different. Casey had perfect, blond hair, while Tom's was a mixture of light and dark brown. Casey's skin was much lighter than Tom's. They didn't look much like brother and sister at all.
TASHY! you've been writing this and I didn't notice til now? You're an amazing writer I await the next update