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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.