Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK TWO

Chapter 1 : My Sister, My Twin

Episode 12 : September 2nd 2019 Monday 9th grade

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The early September heat clings to Ella’s bedroom, the air thick with the scent of sunscreen and freshly cut grass wafting through the open window.

Ella sprawls on her bed, her mom perched on the edge, folding laundry with practiced efficiency.

The conversation has veered into uncomfortable territory, sparked by news from Eileen’s family. “So this girl, Helana—Eileen’s parents are adopting her?” Ella’s mom asks, her tone cautious as she stacks a T-shirt.

“She’s going to live with them?” “Not if I can help it,” Ella says, sitting up, her voice fierce.

“You said it yourself, Mom—she looks so much like me we could pass for twins.

She’s *my* sister, my twin.

You have to adopt her, not Eileen’s parents.” Her mom sighs, setting down a pair of jeans.

“Eileen’s parents have her as a foster child.

If anyone adopts her, it should be them, not us.” “No!” Ella’s voice rises, her hands clenching the quilt.

“She’s *my* twin, not Eileen’s.

She can’t have her!” “Have her?” Her mom’s brow furrows, a mix of concern and confusion in her eyes.

“What do you mean, *have her*? You’re not—” “Mom!” Ella cuts her off, exasperated.

“Why does everyone go there? We’re sisters, not lovers!” “Ella, honey,” her mom says gently, “you’re turning fourteen this month.

You’re young, and these feelings can be intense, confusing.

The other night, when Helana slept over, you two shared the same side of the bed.

You showered together.

I didn’t want to embarrass her, but that’s not appropriate for girls your age.

I’m worried about you living together, even if you’re twins.” “Oh, come on!” Ella groans, throwing her hands up.

“That’s ridiculous.

Even if we *wanted* to be lovers, you couldn’t stop us, whether she’s at Eileen’s or here.

We can make the guest room hers—she’ll sleep and shower there, and you can spy to make sure we’re not ‘doing it.’ Happy?” “Let’s not fight,” her mom says, her voice firm but soft.

“I’m allowed to be uncomfortable.

This girl appears out of nowhere, barely speaks English, and you’re treating her like… like she’s your wife, not a friend.

I’ll compromise: we’ll set up the guest room for her when she stays here, and you’ll see her every day.

But she needs to live with Eileen.

Okay?” “We shower together at school gym, so I don’t get why you’re making a big deal,” Ella mutters.

“Fine, Eileen’s parents can adopt her, but she needs to be here more than there.

We’ll sleep in separate beds, shower separately, and I won’t kiss her in front of you.

That last part was a joke, Mom.

Stop freaking out.” Her mom shakes her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips, and resumes folding. --- At school, the first week of high school buzzes with the chaos of new schedules and crowded hallways.

Mr. Danvers, Eileen’s dad, sits in a small office across from Helana’s English teacher, Ms.

Larson, whose desk is cluttered with grammar books and colorful flashcards. “Thank you for coming, Mr. Danvers,” Ms.

Larson says, her voice warm but professional.

“I hope Helana’s settling in.

She’s a lovely girl—we all adore her—but we’re struggling with her English skills.

I’m a speech therapist, and I’m puzzled.

Can you share more about her background? Where she’s from?” Mr. Danvers leans back, his expression careful.

“I’ve shared what I know.

Eileen and her friends met Helana at a Naval Academy summer program.

They formed a deep bond, like sisters, which led to us fostering her.

The Navy said she’s from India’s eastern coast, an orphan found as a stowaway on a ship.

She’s extraordinarily bright—genius-level—which is why they included her in the program.” Ms.

Larson nods, jotting a note.

“The challenge is, she’s not learning English as a second language but as a *first* language.

I have no baseline language to work from, so I’m using techniques for deaf children.

Could she have been a feral child before the Navy found her?” “Feral, like raised by wolves?” Mr. Danvers chuckles.

“Unlikely.

Her cultural knowledge, her sophisticated thinking, her spiritual beliefs—they’re advanced, beyond most teens.

Somehow, she survived without needing language.

She says her parents are ‘with her in spirit,’ so I assume they’re deceased.

Beyond that, she’s a mystery.” “I’ve noticed she connects well with Eileen,” Ms.

Larson says.

“How does Eileen handle her language barrier?” “They’re uncanny,” Mr. Danvers says, a fond smile breaking through.

“Eileen, Ella, Roxana—they just *know* what Helana’s thinking, like telepathy.

Their bond is almost magical.

Don’t worry about her English.

I’d bet in a few months, she’ll speak fluent teenage slang, accent-free.

I’d wager money on it.” “I hope you’re right,” Ms.

Larson says.

“For now, she’ll stay in Special Ed.

She can’t read a textbook yet, so regular classes might be a year away.

Congratulations on your new daughter—she’s wonderful, and I’m sure she’ll thrive.” --- In the school courtyard, Helana sits with Eileen on a bench, the autumn breeze stirring fallen leaves.

High school boys strut past, their laughter loud, their backpacks slung carelessly. “Earth boys are… unsophisticated,” Helana says, her voice halting but clear, her English improving daily.

“Almost… slow.” Eileen grins, tossing her hair.

“Boys here develop later than girls.

They’re behind for a reason—so we can train them.

Guys think they run the planet, but women really call the shots.” “So I pick a slow boy and train him?” Helana asks, her brow furrowing.

“That sounds frustrating.” Eileen rubs her chin, feigning wisdom.

“You could date an older boy, but that’s its own hassle.

Dating’s frustrating, period.

Don’t worry—Dad won’t let us date till we’re sixteen anyway.” “Oh, good,” Helana says, relieved.

“Boys here are strange.

I don’t understand them.

You’ll teach me?” “Absolutely,” Eileen says, her tone mock-serious.

“I’ll teach you everything about Earth boys.

But don’t date anyone till I vet him.

Some boys are dangerous.” “Your dad said he has to approve my dates too,” Helana says. “Forget that!” Eileen laughs.

“Come to me or Ella for boy advice.

There’s stuff Dad doesn’t need to know.” “Ella says I shouldn’t date boys, ever,” Helana says, her voice soft.

“But now that I’m a normal human girl, I want to try everything human girls do.

I want to feel it all.” “Ella’s super possessive,” Eileen says, rolling her eyes.

“But once she falls for some guy and gets all mushy, she’ll loosen up, and you can do what you want without her hovering.” “I hope she doesn’t forget me,” Helana says, her voice small. “Not like that,” Eileen clarifies.

“She’ll just stop being so clingy.

That’s all.” “Okay,” Helana says, brightening.

“Can you help with my English now?” “Sure, but we’ll speak out loud,” Eileen says.

“Others can hear, so be careful what you say.” “I—will—be—care—ful,” Helana says, enunciating each word with a grin. --- At Roxana’s house, the kitchen smells of warm tortillas and simmering salsa.

Roxana’s mom, chopping cilantro, glances at the girls sprawled around the table, giggling over something unspoken. “What’s so funny?” she asks, wiping her hands on a towel. “Helana told a joke,” Roxana says, suppressing a smile. “I didn’t hear her,” her mom says, puzzled. “She doesn’t speak much English yet, so we made a secret sign language,” Roxana explains.

“Helana talks with her face.” “Body language!” her mom says, laughing.

“You’ll have to teach me.” “You’re too old, Mom,” Roxana teases.

“It doesn’t work for grown-ups.” Her mom shoots her a mock glare.

“I’ve been meaning to ask—would Helana like to join us at Mass? What’s her religion?” “Slow down,” Roxana says, holding up a hand.

“Let her adjust to life here first.

You can convert her later.” “Fair enough,” her mom says.

“The offer’s open.

Eileen, how are your parents handling two daughters now? That’s a big change.” “Dad’s thrilled, like we got a new puppy,” Eileen says, grinning.

“Mom loves Helana, but she’s… nervous.

Having two girls is a lot, and she feels left out sometimes.” “Your mom’s the strongest woman I know,” Roxana’s mom says.

“She’ll adjust.

Besides, you girls are at Ella’s or here half the time anyway.” She laughs, returning to her chopping. --- That night, a strange sensation jolts Roxana awake—or so she thinks.

The room is unfamiliar, bathed in a soft, pearlescent glow, its walls shimmering like liquid glass.

She stands in a circular chamber, Ella and Eileen beside her, their faces mirroring her confusion. “What’s happening?” Roxana asks, her voice echoing.

“I feel weird.

Where are we?” “This place…” Ella says, her eyes wide.

“It’s strange.

Eileen, do you know it?” “I’ve been here before,” Eileen says slowly, “but I can’t remember when.

Wait—night school! This is night school!” Helana appears, her form solid now, her smile radiant.

“You’ve all been here before, but this is the first time you’ll remember,” she says.

“I want you to meet someone—my mom and dad, my real parents.

They’ve been meeting me here, and they’re eager to know you.” A young couple, appearing in their thirties, steps forward, their faces warm with affection.

They envelop the girls in hugs, the room thick with unspoken love.

Their presence feels ancient yet familiar, their eyes holding a depth that speaks of other worlds. “Are we asleep?” Roxana asks, her voice trembling.

“Is this a shared dream?” “Your bodies are asleep, resting,” Helana explains, “but your spirits—the real you—are awake.

Every night, your spirit travels, sometimes here, but your brain doesn’t retain it.

You’ve graduated to remembrance level.

From now on, you’ll recall these visits.

You’re bi-located—here and in your body simultaneously.

Spirit life is convenient.” “We won’t get lost? Unable to find our bodies?” Ella asks, her voice tight. “You’re still tethered,” Helana says.

“This is my world, my school.

I can’t return physically, but I visit in spirit, and so can you.

Here, we’ll learn what Earth schools don’t teach, and I’ll learn what your world offers.

We’ll be the smartest kids in the galaxy.” “Not quite,” Helana’s mom says, laughing, her voice like a melody.

“But you’ll have rare advantages.

Some of Earth’s greatest minds attended this night school, though few remember.

You will, but keep it secret—others might envy your privilege.

We’re so happy to meet you.

We love you as Helana does, with all our hearts.” “Is there homework?” Ella asks, half-joking. “Yes,” Helana’s mom says, “but not essays.

Your homework is to live the knowledge you gain, to better your lives and world.

You grade yourself.

Better than book reports, right?” “Much better,” Ella says, grinning. “What’s tonight’s lesson?” Eileen asks. “A download on listening,” Helana’s mom says.

“Listening to the thought behind the thought, and the sponsoring thoughts beneath.

When someone’s actions seem senseless, a deeper, often unconscious thought drives them.

Understanding these sponsoring thoughts helps you connect positively, without frustration.” “Has it started?” Roxana asks. “It’s done,” Helana’s mom says, “but it’ll take weeks to integrate.

Be mindful, and you’ll feel it take root.

Class dismissed.

See you next time.” She waves, her figure fading as the room dissolves. --- At 4 a.m., Ella sits at her desk, the house silent except for the hum of crickets outside.

She opens her diary, her heart full and heavy.

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