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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 alisema and I quote ‘Monday doesn’t count as a school siku in my book’. Ever since the first siku of eighth grade, she hasn’t attended school on Monday, the best part, no one maswali 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 mto and threw it at her. “You suck.”
Jess dodged the pillow, “what did they call wewe in for.”
“They told us Dorothy was hit kwa 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 alisema 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 wewe cheered up.”
Jess gets up from her bed, and makes a peace and farewell sign, probably to go to the jikoni and stack up on my inayopendelewa 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 inayofuata thing I know, when I blink, I’m in some sort of store. I hear a familiar voice and my moyo 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, inaonyesha 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 sekunde 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 inayofuata 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, au 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 alisema and I quote ‘Monday doesn’t count as a school siku in my book’. Ever since the first siku of eighth grade, she hasn’t attended school on Monday, the best part, no one maswali 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 mto and threw it at her. “You suck.”
Jess dodged the pillow, “what did they call wewe in for.”
“They told us Dorothy was hit kwa 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 alisema 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 wewe cheered up.”
Jess gets up from her bed, and makes a peace and farewell sign, probably to go to the jikoni and stack up on my inayopendelewa 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 inayofuata thing I know, when I blink, I’m in some sort of store. I hear a familiar voice and my moyo 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, inaonyesha 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 sekunde 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 inayofuata 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, au 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.
Ya tell me,
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All siku long, all siku long
What makes wewe think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think wewe want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do wewe act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet wewe never liked that when wewe were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No zaidi time for homework, just sit back and do the things I upendo to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
Don't dance, don't dance,
Just stay inside and never go out
And scold me
All siku long, all siku long
What makes wewe think you're so damn awesome?
Don't ya know we have a life too, too?
We'd be sittin in watching TV
And I don't think wewe want that either
So what the heck can we do?
We're not just mindless robots with nothing else to do
We don't have time for homework
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun
We have a life, no time for homework
We can go ahead and play flag football
But I'm not goin inside
Why do wewe act like
There's nothin else better than
Doin homework all night long
I bet wewe never liked that when wewe were young
We've been playin outside
Now it's time to kick in and relax
No zaidi time for homework, just sit back and do the things I upendo to do
Cuz I gotta enjoy my life when I'm young.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me kwa my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if wewe destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me kwa my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if wewe destroy me.
No matter how much wewe wish for zaidi it happens like the saa glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test kwa our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test kwa our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?