Definitely, NOT on Purpose

Part 4: I'm not ready for angel business..

I tell mom the details that I can remember of the dream. And this happened..:

"So....Any ideas?" I say when I'm finished. Mom doesn't say anything as she stuffs the last of the boxes into her van. She slams the door and yells, "GRAY, JACK! GET THE REST OF THOSE BOXES AND GET OUT HERE!! WE NEED TO HIT THE ROAD!!". She turns to me. "And for you. Your riding in my car with me. There's stuff I need to discuss with you. You know an-" Mom stops because Gray and Jackson are coming outside carrying boxes. "Mom! My robots better not break in the car!" Jack yells. Jack doesn't know about angels yet, and that he is one. So were still hold secrets, especially mom. But, you know what makes me mad? Gray knows EVERYTHING there is about angels it seems. A cheeky mom, I have.

''Jack, your riding with Grayson." Mom says. Jack starts jumping up and down. He's twelve, but he still acts like he's eight about some stuff. And in this case, being with Gray in one place for 16 hours probably made his life. Gray rolled his eyes. "Thanks Ma. Real nice to help pay attention to the road." Gray mutters. "Look, I gotta talk to her about you know.." Mom nudges her head my way. "Ooh. Yeah I get it. Hehe, sorry sis." Gray says. "Thanks...." I mutter back. "Jack get in!" Gray yells and hops into the front seat of his black jeep, throwing the boxes in the back seat. Jack hops into the passenger side and gets on his phone (like a normal twelve year old). Mom rolls her eyes for the 20th time today. I'm worried about her. She has seriously dark bags under her eyes. I know she will be glad when she can finally be finished with this light crap. I know I will.

After Mom finishes giving Gray safe driving rules we are all on the road. There is a deep silence between mom and me. Finally she sighs and starts her lecture. "So. I'm not gonna replay all the stuff I have told you..." she starts. I send a quick prayer to the lecture gods. Moms lectures aren't always the best. "Your sixteen and your body is changing. When your an angel at sixteen, you get more than boobs... You get powers, a title, and some kind of purpose for being an angel on this earth," Maya the Angel Expert says. She is so not mom right now. I get ready to ask what all of that means but she shushes me. "Shut up, and let me finish. Okay?" she says. I nod and stare out the window as the snow seems to get deeper and deeper as we ride out of New York. "I wanna start with your powers. There are a lot of different elements to having your powers. First your special element. The special element on earth that you can control, manipulate, and even have more than a few special spells," Maya says, "some of them are more common than others. The common ones are: Water, Earth, Air, and Fire. Most Quatarius, or quarter angels, and Dimidius have common elements." she looked at me and I nodded in understanding. "Now there are rare ones such as electric and