Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK THREE

Chapter 9 : English Essay

Episode 31 : September 14th 2020 Monday 10th grade

Copyright © 2019-2025 Gary Brandt. All rights reserved.

Ella’s bedroom desk is a chaos of books and unopened birthday gifts, the October dusk casting long shadows.

Her laptop glows with her latest English essay, raw and unfiltered, a rebellion against her teacher’s rigid rules. Presents But No Party By Ella Patel I’m writing this like my diary, Ms.

Thompson, because I’m too drained for style or grammar.

September’s always been my favorite month—my birthday, shared with my sisters, born days apart.

Our parties are epic, the cool September air a relief from summer’s stickiness, with sunrises and sunsets that burn the sky gold. This September was a bust.

My room’s full of unopened gifts—I’m too depressed to touch them.

My sister Helana loved a young officer, Bobby Miller, in Virginia.

He died in a crash.

We were there when he passed, and Helana’s spirit might as well have gone with him.

Her eyes, once sparkling, are dull.

Her voice, once a melody, is flat.

Her vibrant energy’s a faint flicker.

I’m not religious, but I pray for her a dozen times a day.

It’s heartbreaking to miss someone standing right beside you. Bobby’s funeral was massive—he was loved in his town.

Over a hundred girls sobbed rivers.

I cried too.

Helana sat with his mom, Janet, in the family section.

Some girls hate her now, thinking they had a claim on him.

They didn’t.

Bobby and Helana’s love was secret; he didn’t date, waiting for her to grow up.

It’s a romance novel tragedy, but real. Helana doesn’t cry—she’s bottling it up.

That’s poison, eating her from within.

I’m pausing to pray again. We skipped our 15th birthday party, a big deal in some cultures, like a wedding.

It’s like Christmas got canceled.

I get why, but it stings. It’s a political year, and Mom says, “Never have I seen such a parade of fools.” Liars calling each other liars—it’s obvious, ridiculous.

Aileen’s into politics; I find it gross.

I’m embarrassed for our country. My TV shows are preempted by political nonsense, so I rush through homework for nothing.

It makes me hate politics more. In conclusion, September was 30 wasted days.

The weather was nice, though. --- ### Budget Review Commander Beaker’s office is a fortress of files, the air thick with his frustration.

He slams a fist on his desk, his face flushed.

Melanie Crenshaw, perched across from him, raises an eyebrow. “Careful, Melanie,” Beaker growls.

“I’m a viper ready to strike, I’m so pissed.” “Budget review time?” Melanie asks, unfazed. “What else?” Beaker snaps.

“Those bastards in Washington are drowning in the billions the girls uncovered, yet they nitpick our spending.

I thought they’d be grateful, but it’s a feeding frenzy—each grabbing for the biggest slice.” “What’s their gripe now?” Melanie asks. “The Virginia trip,” Beaker says.

“‘Patronizing a childish love fantasy,’ one called it.

They don’t see how vital it was for Helana.

They don’t get it, don’t care.

Screw them.

The girls got that money, and they could make it vanish.

Fools don’t know who they’re dealing with.

And the girls’ trust funds and allowances? They want receipts for every sock, every pair of panties.

They’re getting nothing.

I’m not sharing financial data, and if they don’t like it, tough.” “Calm down, sir,” Melanie says.

“You’ll give yourself an ulcer or worse.

Like you said, what can they do? They’re scared of the girls.

They won’t cut funding, and if they try, we could go dark like those other projects.” “How’s Helana?” Beaker asks, his tone softening. “Physically fine, emotionally a shell,” Melanie says.

“She’s robotic, going through the motions.

Her light’s gone dark.

Janet’s helping, and Helana’s helping her, so I hope she heals soon.

She’s resilient—I expect recovery in a few months.” Beaker nods.

“Good.

I want to restart training, including Helana.

Something low-key, kinesthetic, not intellectual.

Get the blood pumping to heal the mind.

It worked for me as a teen, dealing with my own crap.” “Backpacking across the mountains?” Melanie suggests. “Exactly,” Beaker says.

“Have agents join them.” “You should go,” Melanie says.

“You need this as much as they do.

I’d go, but my legs can’t handle mountains anymore.” --- ### Janet Janet’s Virginia living room is cluttered with Bobby’s belongings—clothes, books, a guitar leaning against the wall.

The October light filters through dusty curtains, heavy with memory.

Janet sits on the couch, her eyes red, as Helana folds a sweater. “I don’t know what to do with his stuff,” Janet says.

“I can’t keep it here, staring at me, but I don’t want to be that mom who preserves his room for decades, waiting for him to return.” “Send it to him,” Helana says, her voice quiet. “I wish I could,” Janet says, half-laughing. “There’s a way,” Helana says.

“I’ll show you.” “You’re serious?” Janet asks.

“You said you don’t know where he is.” “He knows where he is, and his stuff does too,” Helana says.

“If we send it, it’ll find him, even if he’s forgotten this place.” “Is this one of Beaker’s secrets?” Janet asks. “No,” Helana says.

“It’s a belief among some indigenous peoples, not secret.” “How do we do it?” Janet asks. “Bobby’s things are tied to this dimension’s dense energy,” Helana explains.

“Burning them releases that energy, freeing their essence to find him.

The fire carries their information matrix to his new place.” Janet raises an eyebrow.

“Indigenous folks in loincloths, hunting in forests, know about information matrices?” “They don’t call it that,” Helana says.

“They say burning sends things to the spirit world, the smoke rising to heaven.” “Okay, but I can’t burn it here,” Janet says.

“The city won’t allow it.

What about his TV and stereo?” “Keep those,” Helana says.

“You said this could be my room.

I’d use them.

I’ll ask Beaker to rent a truck and get firewood.

We’ll build a funeral pyre in the woods.

My sisters will help.” “Sounds like a plan,” Janet says.

“Even if it just burns, it’ll be gone, not haunting me.

What did you mean, ‘if he’s forgotten this place’?” “It’s the veil,” Helana says.

“When I was with Bobby after he left, others were waiting to take him home.

They didn’t say it, but I felt he was done here, not returning, needed elsewhere.

A veil drops, blocking past-life memories, so he can move on without missing us or unfinished business.” “I don’t like that,” Janet says.

“I hope he remembers us.” “I do too,” Helana says, “but I want him free to be what he needs without us holding him back.” “Patricia said she dragged you back,” Janet says.

“Were you going to leave with him?” “No,” Helana says, her voice catching.

“I stayed with him briefly.

They took him into a mist.

I sat, staring, lost.

Our destiny was stolen.

I couldn’t follow, but I didn’t want to return.

I wanted to stay there forever.

Patricia brought me home.” “Is Patricia a medium?” Janet asks. “No, an alien hybrid,” Helana says.

“She lived on a spaceship.

They teach that there.” “That’s one of Beaker’s secrets?” Janet asks. “Yes,” Helana says.

“Don’t tell anyone.” “I won’t,” Janet says.

“I’m a single mom, no family, no friends, because I shared odd beliefs.

People think I’m crazy.

I know to stay quiet, and no one would believe me anyway.” “You, the Navy, and Mr. Danvers are the only ones who know,” Helana says.

“He’s my Earth dad.” “Earth dad?” Janet says, eyes wide.

“You’re a hybrid too?” “No, an interdimensional from the future,” Helana says.

“I got stuck here, so I’m an Earth girl now.

I love my sisters more than anything, and I love you too.” “My mind’s blown,” Janet says.

“I’ve always believed in this, and now I know.

I’m glad you’re in my dimension.

I couldn’t have faced this alone.

Thank you for being my daughter.” --- Ella’s bedroom is a sanctuary, the October night cool beyond her window.

At 10:00 PM EST on an October Friday in 2025, she opens her diary, frustration and grief spilling out.

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Disclosure?

After attending a funeral, emotionally drained Roxana joins Mr. Danvers' UFO disclosure group where she surprises everyone by revealing her deep knowledge of extraterrestrial beings, explaining that as a sensitive empath she can sense visitors who have always been among humans but remain largely incomprehensible due to fundamental differences in consciousness and communication. Meanwhile, other girls from their group are camping on a mountain where they're participating in a ritual bonfire for a deceased boy and planning to use meditation to connect across distances, highlighting their special abilities as part of what appears to be a new generation of spiritually gifted young people.

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When Ella's friend Helana mysteriously senses that Bobby Miller, a young man she's connected to through dreams, is dying in a Virginia hospital after a motorcycle accident, the girls rush to be with him during his final moments. As Helana and Patricia spiritually accompany Bobby's soul during his death, the remaining friends suspect that dark, possibly paranormal forces orchestrated the `accident` to target Helana, leaving them terrified about their vulnerability to supernatural threats.

FIRST Chapter 0 Sleep Over

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.