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Chapter One
I remember the first time I had the dream. It was mid-October, and the weather had been unusually warm that year. I had tossed and turned until I finally fell asleep, and I remember standing at the top of Claggart Falls; balancing on a small boulder. As the rushing of the water filled my ears, adrenaline coursed through my veins.514Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtpzS8PS2fU
The urge to jump was so powerful, I felt as though I couldn’t control my actions. My head was screaming at my feet to stop as they stepped forward, launching my body into the air.
As I fell through the air, the skin on my back felt itchy and pain pulsed through my spine. Before I hit the bottom, I would wake every time. Until last night.
I poked at my waffles, my mind still wandering. I wanted to find out what my dream meant. My family said that I was eccentric, and heck maybe they were right. They didn’t understand the way I thought. My little sister, Marlie, was embarrassed by me most days. I never was the popular kid at school, and would rather compete in theater auditions than sports.
“Zenny’s thinking about his stories again.” Marlie announced this loudly, giving me a funny look.
“MarlieAnn, no shouting, please.” My dad drawled from behind his paper.”
“You’re going to miss the bus if you don’t hurry up you two. . . Zenarin, stop playing with your food. You really need to eat in the mornings!” My mom was a hardworking woman, and she looked tired this morning. Her eyes shone with concern, and I knew she was always worrying about me.
I shrug, “I’m just not very hungry . . . I’ll eat lunch, I promise.” I grab my bag from its place at the foot of my chair and hug her on the way out. She sighs, shaking her head, and shoos us out the door. (To be continued... *in progress...)
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