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Chapter 3
A strange vision
“Was he hot?” My best friend Jessica asked. I groaned, of course that would be the first thing she asked.
After that introduction, I drove straight to Jessica’s house, knowing she would rebel and not go to school, because she detto and I quote ‘Monday doesn’t count as a school giorno in my book’. Ever since the first giorno of eighth grade, she hasn’t attended school on Monday, the best part, no one domande this.
“That’s not the point, Jess.” I tell her. “He…I don’t know, it was like he knew something.”
Jess nodded. “Hot guys always look like they know something.”
I laughed, I took my cuscino and threw it at her. “You suck.”
Jess dodged the pillow, “what did they call te in for.”
“They told us Dorothy was hit da a bat, and then drowned. Dad got so angry, and he’s never showed a slip of emotion until now.”
“And that boy…Cadence, just happened to notice your special amulet on the floor,” Jess’s eyebrows scrunched.
If I haven’t detto it before, I tell Jess everything. So she knows why my amulet is so special, and that it might just be the number one reason I’m having these recurring dreams of my sister.
“I don’t know what to think,” I confess, burying my face in her pillow.
“Me neither,” Jess says. “But right now, let’s get te cheered up.”
Jess gets up from her bed, and makes a peace and farewell sign, probably to go to the cucina and stack up on my preferito foods. I smile to myself, pleased to have such a great friend.
I hear this weird sound, it’s faint but gains momentum in seconds. At first I can’t tell what it is, but then I realize it’s something about a vision. The successivo thing I know, when I blink, I’m in some sort of store. I hear a familiar voice and my cuore freezes.
Dorothy.
“Thanks, take care,” she says while flashing her dazzling smile to the stunned cashier. She turns on her heel and heads to the exit, I follow closely.
She’s holding this grocery bag, I can’t tell what’s in it, it could be big, it could be small.
She stops at this boat, it’s quite big, she enters it with ease and confidence, mostrare that she’s done this before. She calls out a name, but when she says it, it sounds all disoriented, as if she was in water.
Water.
As soon as I think of those words, I’m thrown into the blue devil. I can’t swim up, I can’t breathe, and my life is flashing before my very own eyes. I look up and see this dark shadow, silently watching me.
My eyes pop open and I gasp for air, thinking of my vision, it was weird. First of all, there was a weight chained to my sister, and secondo of all the water wasn’t that deep when she drowned, it was a lake, and that vision felt like an ocean.
Lastly, it was one of the first visions I’ve had in a long time, where I was put into a person’s mind, feeling what they were feeling, thinking what they were thinking.
I shivered at the successivo thought, what if that vision of drowning wasn’t of my sister, but of someone else. And whoever that shadow was, probably killed my sister to.
I took in deep breaths, thinking of Cadence and his mysterious aura. ‘I know’, he had said. Then I think of that police man years ago, when I asked him to borrow some police files, o newspapers of murders, trying to match some.
If that was another person drowning, then I might be close enough.
And I just might need help.
Chapter 3
A strange vision
“Was he hot?” My best friend Jessica asked. I groaned, of course that would be the first thing she asked.
After that introduction, I drove straight to Jessica’s house, knowing she would rebel and not go to school, because she detto and I quote ‘Monday doesn’t count as a school giorno in my book’. Ever since the first giorno of eighth grade, she hasn’t attended school on Monday, the best part, no one domande this.
“That’s not the point, Jess.” I tell her. “He…I don’t know, it was like he knew something.”
Jess nodded. “Hot guys always look like they know something.”
I laughed, I took my cuscino and threw it at her. “You suck.”
Jess dodged the pillow, “what did they call te in for.”
“They told us Dorothy was hit da a bat, and then drowned. Dad got so angry, and he’s never showed a slip of emotion until now.”
“And that boy…Cadence, just happened to notice your special amulet on the floor,” Jess’s eyebrows scrunched.
If I haven’t detto it before, I tell Jess everything. So she knows why my amulet is so special, and that it might just be the number one reason I’m having these recurring dreams of my sister.
“I don’t know what to think,” I confess, burying my face in her pillow.
“Me neither,” Jess says. “But right now, let’s get te cheered up.”
Jess gets up from her bed, and makes a peace and farewell sign, probably to go to the cucina and stack up on my preferito foods. I smile to myself, pleased to have such a great friend.
I hear this weird sound, it’s faint but gains momentum in seconds. At first I can’t tell what it is, but then I realize it’s something about a vision. The successivo thing I know, when I blink, I’m in some sort of store. I hear a familiar voice and my cuore freezes.
Dorothy.
“Thanks, take care,” she says while flashing her dazzling smile to the stunned cashier. She turns on her heel and heads to the exit, I follow closely.
She’s holding this grocery bag, I can’t tell what’s in it, it could be big, it could be small.
She stops at this boat, it’s quite big, she enters it with ease and confidence, mostrare that she’s done this before. She calls out a name, but when she says it, it sounds all disoriented, as if she was in water.
Water.
As soon as I think of those words, I’m thrown into the blue devil. I can’t swim up, I can’t breathe, and my life is flashing before my very own eyes. I look up and see this dark shadow, silently watching me.
My eyes pop open and I gasp for air, thinking of my vision, it was weird. First of all, there was a weight chained to my sister, and secondo of all the water wasn’t that deep when she drowned, it was a lake, and that vision felt like an ocean.
Lastly, it was one of the first visions I’ve had in a long time, where I was put into a person’s mind, feeling what they were feeling, thinking what they were thinking.
I shivered at the successivo thought, what if that vision of drowning wasn’t of my sister, but of someone else. And whoever that shadow was, probably killed my sister to.
I took in deep breaths, thinking of Cadence and his mysterious aura. ‘I know’, he had said. Then I think of that police man years ago, when I asked him to borrow some police files, o newspapers of murders, trying to match some.
If that was another person drowning, then I might be close enough.
And I just might need help.
I will remember te always.
Will te remember me?
That is a domanda for te to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
te will always be in my heart.
For I know that te will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fuoco
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will te remember me?
That is a domanda for te to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
te will always be in my heart.
For I know that te will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fuoco
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
It all started 100 years ago...
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, o Ocean Clan, Riku, o Land Clan, and the Sora, o Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD te DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, o Ocean Clan, Riku, o Land Clan, and the Sora, o Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD te DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal o energetic maybe the one mela, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to mostra the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man successivo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal o energetic maybe the one mela, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to mostra the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man successivo to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed te and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side da side.