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Author of this chapter: Lexi

Word: 1,669

I just float around this empty blackness, squinting, straining my eyes to see what is deeper within. What's more than five inches in front of my face to no avail. My entire body feels cold, like I'm trapped in a block of ice, leaving the tips of my fingers, toes and nose to burn. All of my muscle ache from the cold, seizing up.

Like moving through molasses, I started the tedious and tiring journey endeavor of swimming further down into the darkness. I knew salvation is up (I can see a bit better when I look up), but for some reason, I keep heading down. Something is calling my and I am powerless to deny it. Closer, deeper, it beckoned and I obeyed. It's like a siren's call. I could not refuse.

My arms and legs tire when I spot a glowing light piercing the darkness. I watched as the light, dim and small against the surround black, pulsated strong, As if untouchable.

Before I even got close enough for the light to be the size of my thumb nail, the dream shatters like fine china hitting the ground without any rhyme or reason. I awoke covered in a cold sweat, my night shirt stuck to my chest and back.

I sat up slowly and gazed across my dark room. I could see my dresser and computer desk and chair. The door to my closet and to the hall. I spot the door I want to get to, the bathroom. It connects to my sister, Linda's room so I pulled the covers away quietly. I spot the clock, it's almost five in the morning.

I climbed out of bed, the wood floors cold against my sockless feet, and made my way to the bathroom. I don't turn on the light, not wanting it to shine into my sisters room right next to it.

A gentle, quiet stream poured from the foucet. I splashed the water onto my face and the back of my neck. Cold rivlets streamed down my back, making me sigh lightly.

I turned the foucet off and stared at my dark silloutte in the mirror. This was the fourth night in a row that I've had this dream. It was basically the same thing every single time. Surrounded by darkness and a singular light that I swam toward but never quite made it close enough to make out any details about the dim, far away glow.

With a single shake of my head, I left the bathroom and climbed back into my damp bed and slipped easily back into slumber.

I towl dried my hair as I gazed into my closet, trying to pick out what to wear for the day. Can't I just go to school in sweats and a big t-shirt? Even though it's a Thursday, it should be okay, right? No, I had an interview right after school, so I have to look nice.

I decided on black three inch, open toed heels and black dress pants. After a bit of debate, I shimmied into a sleevless red blouse that wrapped around the neck with waves of frills fown the front. Little black pokidots pepper the shirt and settle for black badazzeled earrings and call it good enough.

I brushed my hair and teeth, putting on the barest minimum amount of make-up before I walked out to the stairs and into the kitchen. My stepmom was at the stove, fraying up some eggs. She smiled at me when I entered the room.

"Oh, Trinity, look at how mature you look! Oh, you are going to definately get the internship," she gushed, walking over to me and tightly sqeezed my arms.

Hannah smiled brightly, patting my cheek before she returned to the oven to cook breakfast.

She looked at me over her shoulder at me. "Bacon? Eggs?"

I shook my head and sat at the table. "Just toast, please."

Hannah turned to pin me with what I suspected to be a dissaproving look. "Trinity, please. Eat something more than that."

I nodded, not wanting to argue with her. Hannah smiled, pleased, and turned back to the stove to keep cooking.

Hannah married my dad about 10 years ago. I was seven at the time and Linda was ten. She joined with her then thirteen year old son, Henry. Linda and I had been Hannah's first girls and Henery was dad's first boy.

A year after the union of our families, Hannah and Dad had a son, Reid.

Ten years after the union, Henry was twenty-three, Linda was twenty, I was seventeen, and Reid was nine.

We were able to create this family on dad's side, while mom continued to look for her soul mate.

Mom was young when I was born and even younger when Linda was born. She didn't really know how to take care of us. So dad, being a few years older than mom kept us when she left. Got primary custody of us and moved on with his life. Mom was allowed to see us, and she still did, just whenever it was conveniant for her.

Hannah wasn't bad. Not in the slightest. She was nice and raised me for the most part-more than my own mother- but she connected far easier with Linda than with me. It didn't bother me too much, she still tried to take as good of care of me as she did with her own sons.

I was pulled from my thoughts as Linda bounded down the stairs with Reid on her back. She let him off at the table and seized me up with a critical look. As if I was the one wearing sweatpants and a pink American Eagle jacket, not her. Admittedly, I did want to wear that earlier.

"You look cute," she finally decided. "Is your interview after school today?"

I nodded, watching as Reid bounced over to the stove to grab some toast only to be shooed away by Hannah.

"Foods almost done," Hannah called to dad who is usually in his study at this time. Dad's a lawyer. I have a meeting with one of his co-workers at his firm. Dad hopes I'll follow in his footsteps. Henry was a police officer, Linda was an aspiring artist and Reid... well, he has his heart set on being a hobo and as far as we are concerned, that doesn't look to be on the verge of change any time soon, so I'm his last chance. I'm not sure if I should be happy or offended by that.

Dad grinned at the sight of me, walking over to kiss my forehead. "Good luck today, Trin, let me know how it goes. I should still be in the office when the interview is over."

I nodded to appease him. After breakfast Linda drives me to school on her way to her early morning class at the local school. I don't really remember much about school or the fourdifferent tests I had tacken. The clouds were especially expressive today.

"Trinity?"

I blinked away from the window to look at Mr. Rym. His eyebrows raised. "Are you going to take your test or stare out the window?"

I could feel the eyes of my peers and I flushed in embarressment. I handed him my paper. "I'm done."

Oh yeah, I got transfered here a week prior. He wouldn't know how fast I take tests.

He looked skeptical, but accepted my paper and headed back to the front of the class to check it. He wasn't sure I would be able to take this test, having missed most of the lessons, but the review was enough. Calculous was simple so long as you pay attention and asked questions.

Mr. Rym pulled out a red pen and looked through my work next to the answers. I watched as the pen hovered but didn't mark. After a few minutes of looking, his eyes flickered up and caught my gaze. He looked impressed as he capped the pen and flipped my test over to wait for more students to finish.

I looked out the window and watched the clouds float undisturbed across the sky. One that looked like a coiled dragon, broke apart and the bottom half started to look like the paws and face of a cat. The upper half breaks into small, undistinguishable shapes. How strange. How unpredictable.

The wind chilled my bare arms but the sun warmed my legs and feet. I stared at my shadow to avoid watching the clouds and accidently walk into the street.

It was an easy 10 minute walk from my school to dad's work. As I antisipated, I am 13 minutes early, I use that time to freshen up in the nearby bathroom. With 5 minutes to spare, I waited outside the door of David Lenimen, Dad's co-worker.

The secretary told me to go right in. I knocked and waited for Mr. Lenimen's okay before entering his homely office. A bathroom to my right. A dest before me all neat and tidy with a large bookcase filled with law books and little trinkets. Behind the desk, at Mr. Lenimen's back, was a large window.

"And you are...?" Mr. Lenimen asked, gray eyebrows raised, much like Mr. Rym's did when I told him I was done with my test.

"Trinity Souza."

That brought a smile to Mr. Lenimen's face. "Ah, You're Martan's little girl." It was not a question but I nodded regardless.

I shifted uncomfortably beneath his heavy gaze.

"Good, good. Come, sit. Let's talk," he said, waving me away from the door and gestured to the chair placed before his desk.

I closed the door and took the seat, back straight and chin level.

"Now, Trinity, tell me about yourself."