~Genre: Fiction, fantasy
Never, in the fifteen years that I’ve grown up in this town, did something strange and unexplained like this ever happen.
All over the news were photo’s of us displayed on there, saying that we were found, and that a freak accident occurred but now were fine.
But that wasn’t a freak accident?
It felt too real and purposeful to be random, it was literally one half a second when the storm came and changed the sunny outside. I’d never been so scared in my life, I still couldn’t erase that sensation of terror it felt when I was almost drowning.
It felt like the water was chasing me, like it wanted me dead. I felt like I was stuck in a whirlpool, being pulled here and there so fast it was hard to comprehend. Then it felt like the water was pulling toward the outside shore, and when I reached outside, it felt like I entered a world with no sun.
Maybe because I was soaked from head to toe in water, or maybe because I felt numb and the atmosphere outside felt different.
Or maybe not.
I remembered the darkness, until flashes of lighning came into view. I still feel myself shake at the the mere thought of it.
Then came the ultimate lighning. Three different pairs of lightning, that I was surprised it didn’t harm my eardrums, all hit the same spot in the water. It was so dark and weird, I couldn’t look away even though every being in my body was screaming me to.
I still can’t figure it out myself. It was a week after that hideous disaster and we all haven’t spoken about it, come to think of it, we’ve barely spoken at all. Yes, our eyes would meet in halls, or we’d wave and say hi, but we’ve never had a full fleged conversation.
I wish we did. So very bad.
“Terry, why don’t we hit up a the mall and get some new clothes?” My friend Marie asked.
I didn’t feel up to it. “Maybe.”
“Okay meet you up after school,” she replied, purposely giving me her food with extra calories.
I took a deep breath and put down my frustration, before I would’ve been fine with that, but now it annoyed me. I can’t blame her for the way she is, as a child she’s never been rejected or heard the word ‘no’. But it gets on my nerves when I don’t exactly say yes, but she takes it as that and forces me to come with her.
I wasn’t up to anything at the moment.
An hour later the bell that dismissed school sounded and I got up and deliberately slwly put my thing into my bag. A text was sent to my phone, and Marie was already yelling at me to hurry up. I dread the day already.
“Finally,” Marie snaps as I get in. “Takes you a damn eternity.”
I ignore her comment as I look around, I see Brooklyn walking out of the school building towards a mellow mustang, our eyes meet briefly and I give a wave, she waves back.
“Why are you waving to that foreign loser?” Mair asks, as she sneers at Brooklyn, who quickly looks away.
“She’s nice,” I say, annoyed.
“More like annoying, I have years worth of proof.”
“She just moved here a month ago,”
Marie shrugs. “Enough to me.”
I hold in my retort, Marie was never a nice girl, I’m just noticing that more and more since that storm. Marie and I, were part of the popular crowd, who most are just jerks. The only reason I get to hang with the crew is because Marie and I have history, we’ve been friends for awhile.
But right now, I feel like her servant than her friend, a person who she hangs out when she’s ditched by everyone else. I’ve never noticed it before, but it’s like after that storm my eyes have been opened to see everything.
Like I’m seeing the world truly for the first time, for what it truly is.
Something’s telling me it has to do with that book.