Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK ONE

Chapter 3 : History Class

Episode 3 : April 8 2019 Monday evening 8th grade

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A cold, drizzly Monday morning greets Ella as she steps onto the school grounds, her sneakers squelching on the wet pavement. The air smells of rain and damp grass, and she pulls her jacket tighter, already dreading the day.

Helana’s voice hums in her mind, bright and curious. “This is fun! So many vibrant, energetic young beings here.” “Ugh,” Ella groans, her breath fogging in the chill. “First period is history, and it’s the worst. So boring—just one war after another, all over the planet.”

Helana’s tone shifts, thoughtful. “We call that the Epoch of Empire in my studies. Your world is in that phase now, nearing its end, hopefully. Empires rise, thrive, then collapse under their own greed, rebuilding from the ashes only to repeat the cycle. They fuel prosperity, then plunder their neighbors’ resources until everything’s depleted. It’s painful but necessary—a lesson for those who survive.”

Ella shakes her head, dodging a puddle. “That’s not what my textbook says. It’s all about winners and losers, how the good guys beat the bad guys, and how we’re the best, the saviors of humanity. It’s all nonsense, if you ask me.”

“History, whether personal or planetary, is messy,” Helana replies. “Sorting fact from fiction, truth from politics, honesty from denial—it’s a tangle. But real history is the story of your becoming. To move forward, you need an honest reckoning of where you’ve been.” Ella snorts, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “Cool, I’ll put that in my term paper and see what grade I get. Gotta be quiet now—class is starting. Talk to you at recess.”

“You don’t need to speak aloud,” Helana says, her voice tinged with amusement. “Just think to me.” “Think to you?” Ella focuses, directing her thoughts. Am I telepathic too? “You are when you’re with me,” Helana replies, and though Ella can’t see it, she senses a smile in the words. Wow, it worked! Ella thinks, excitement bubbling. But my thoughts are all jumbled before I say them. Won’t that be confusing?

“It’s no different from speaking,” Helana explains. “Let your thoughts coalesce, then send the final one—like hitting ‘send’ on your phone. I can teach you more, like sending images or full data streams, but that takes practice.” That’d be awesome with my whole crew, Ella thinks. “With practice… maybe,” Helana says. No offense, but I gotta take notes on this dumb lecture. More telepathy at break. The morning drags through history class, the teacher’s monotone voice droning on about battles and treaties. Ella scribbles notes, her mind half on Helana’s words, half on the clock ticking toward lunch.

At lunch, the girls claim their usual table in the cafeteria, a corner spot by a window streaked with rain. The room buzzes with chatter, trays clattering, and the sharp stares of other students. Middle school is a battlefield of cliques—jocks, nerds, theater kids, and more, each group vying for status. Ella’s crew doesn’t play the game, which earns them the label of “stuck-up bitches” from the less forgiving. The social hierarchy is brutal, and they’ve learned to navigate it with a mix of defiance and indifference.

“What do you think of our school?” Eileen asks Helana, popping a fry into her mouth. “We like it sometimes, but mostly it sucks.” “It’s fascinating,” Helana’s voice hums in their minds. “Very different from my school. As telepaths, we don’t use books. Our teachers send direct data streams—downloads that happen in seconds. But there’s debate about whether slow learning, like yours, helps us process knowledge better. It’s like your classes where you watch a movie, then discuss it. We get the download first, then talk as it sinks in.” “I wish I could download a subject in seconds,” Ella says, grinning. “I’d nap through the assimilation part.”

“There are bugs here,” Helana says abruptly. “Eww, where?” Roxana freezes, eyeing her sandwich. “On my food?” “I’m sorry—I mean attachments,” Helana corrects. “Extra-dimensional entities that feed on emotional energy, like mosquitoes with blood. They’re invisible to you, but I see them. Some students are infested. They’re… unpleasant.” Roxana’s eyes widen. “Where do they come from? Are they dangerous? Demons? Can they be exorcised?”

“They’re drawn to your dimension’s rich emotional energy,” Helana explains. “They’re not demons—demons have evil intent. These are just hungry, opportunistic. But like parasites, they can be harmful.” “Can they kill you?” Ella asks, her scientific curiosity piqued. “Indirectly,” Helana says. “They feed on emotions and can plant thoughts to amplify them—fear of death to spark panic, or urges for risky behavior like speeding or standing too close to a cliff. Some push intoxication, encouraging drinking or drugs. For kids your age, they love the rush of falling in love or reckless romance. Those can lead to danger, even death.”

“Is there bug spray for them?” Eileen asks, her face serious. “Can we squash them like roaches?” “Killing them isn’t wise,” Helana says. “They’re primitive but have a purpose in the universe—just not here. Destruction would taint us with ill intent, weakening our power. Instead, we can make their ‘food’ unpalatable, so they leave.” “How?” Ella asks. “It’s a mix of visualization and the strongest healing force: love and forgiveness,” Helana says. “These bugs are somewhat telepathic. I’ll guide you to the infested students. Visualize a golden healing light around them, send thoughts of love and forgiveness, and let go of judgment, no matter how unlikable they seem. That calms their emotions, starving the bugs.”

“Seriously?” Ella scoffs. “If we do that here, we’re social roadkill. Kids will think we’re freaks.” “I’ll do it,” Roxana says, standing. “They already think we’re weird. Just follow me and back me up. I’ll pray for them too.” The girls weave through the cafeteria, pausing near students Helana identifies. Roxana closes her eyes briefly, murmuring a prayer, while Ella and Eileen trail behind, trying to project golden light and love without looking too obvious. The room grows quieter, students staring as the trio moves with purpose. To the onlookers, it’s bizarre, like some witchy ritual.

“Did it work?” Eileen whispers, dodging glares. “Everyone’s staring.” “It worked,” Helana says, her voice warm with approval. “The entities detached and fled fast. Roxana, you’re a powerful force. I’m impressed.”

As they clear their trays, two girls approach—members of the self-proclaimed Sisters of Darkness, known for their black lipstick and gothic flair, though today they’re stuck in school uniforms. They speak in eerie unison, their eyes sharp. “We saw what you did. You’re no longer the stuck-up-bitch crew. You’re the stuck-up-witch crew. Be careful. We know who you are. We know what you are.” The words hang heavy, a veiled threat. Ella’s stomach twists. “I was afraid of this,” she says, her voice low. “We need to be more careful. This could get ugly.”

Later, in the quiet of her room, Ella opens her diary, the day’s events swirling in her mind.

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Ella, a teenage girl, secretly communicates with Helana, a runaway spirit from another dimension who is trapped in a vintage perfume bottle shaped like Aladdin's lamp. As their bond deepens into love, Helana reveals she comes from a higher-dimensional realm where beings are made of energy rather than matter, and explains that they are both part of a cosmic royal family destined to help fix something fundamentally wrong with the universe.

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Thirteen-year-old Ella and her best friends Eileen and Roxana encounter an interdimensional being named Helana during a sleepover, who appears as different benevolent figures to each girl and reveals glimpses of their legendary futures. When Helana tries to leave after accidentally revealing herself and disrupting their timelines, Ella cleverly traps the entity by claiming authority over her domain, forcing Helana to stay as their `genie in a bottle` despite her pleas to return home.