Chapter 1:
That night I had a strange dream. The same man had entered my dream and said, ¨Vous êtes l´élu,¨ He said in french. (Which is my first language. I lived in France, until I moved to America.) I thought that was kind of strange. ¨Vous devez apprendre á vivre avec cela. Pour toujours.¨ ¨Qui es-tu?¨ I asked. The man stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. ¨Je suis ton pére.¨ I was so shocked the I almost fell out of the chair I was sitting in. ¨You´re my father?¨ my dad looked at me, confused. Then I remembered. He didn´t know much English. He probably didn´t know what I meant when I said ¨father¨. But he sure did look like my dad. ¨Est-ce un farce?¨ Dad shook his head. ¨Non. Vous êtes ma fille, Kathryn Hager. Je t´aime beaucoup.¨ I wanted to touch him so bad, but when I tried, my hand went right through him. My eyes filled with tears as I looked in his eyes. ¨Je t´aime aussi.¨
I woke with a start. There were so many questions I had to ask. Why was he there? Was he really my father? ¨I´ll ask Mom about it later.¨ I murmured to myself.
When I was ready for breakfast, I asked my mother (not meaning to) in french. ¨Maman, oú est papa?¨ That stopped Mom dead in her tracks. When she got really mad, she talked in French. and that was exactly what she did. First she slapped my face. Then she yelled, ¨Ne demandez jamais á nouveau cette question. Tout d´abord, je ne pas savoir. Duexiémement, pourquoi avezvous besoin de savoir? Maintenant pendre votre petit déjeuner et préparez-vous!¨
By the time I was all ready for school, Mom was all calmed down, but she was a little shaken up. ¨Mom? Are you okay?¨ She still was speaking french. ¨Non,¨ She said miserably. ¨Je perdais mon emploi. Nous pourrions avoir á se déplacer.¨ My mind whirled. Mom had lost her job? We may have to move? I have to help her, I thought. ¨Maman, ca va bien se passer,¨ I said firmly. ¨Je vais travailler chez McDonalds si cela signifie rester ici.¨ Mom looked at me. ¨Vous êtes três gantil.¨ She switched back to english. ¨I let your teacher know. She may tell the class, but I´m not exactly sure.¨ ¨Help.¨ I muttered.
When I got to school, Jessi asked me what was wrong. She could tell something was wrong even when they were acting great. ¨What´s wrong?¨She asked. I purposely spoke french so she couldn´t understand. ¨Formidable,¨ I said sarcasicly. ¨Je ne sais pas où mon père est, maman a perdu son emploi stupide, et maintenant nous pouvons avoir à se dèplacer. Je suis tout simplement génail!¨
I forgot to tell you, Jessi is really smart. She knows ten different languages, including french. She looked shocked about what I said. ¨Why didn´t you text me?¨ ¨Does it matter to you?¨ I mumbled. Jessi looked at me fiercely. ¨Bien sûr il le fait. You´re my friend.¨ ¨You´re a good one,¨ I told her. ¨Je suis n-¨
¨What do you think you're doing?¨
I whirled around to see Thomas Johnson. "Timmy!" Jessi squealed. Thomas glared at Jessi. "Leave," He growled. Jessi looked like she wanted to protest but walked into school as the bell rang. I looked back at Thomas. He said, "You have no idea what you are, and it's best if you don't know. So die." He pulled me to the back of the school, where no goes. Then he pulled out a gun and aimed it at my head. "I have a phone," I threatened. "I could-"t
"Call your mommy" He sneered. Then he pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit my head. The feeling was indescribable. I fell to the ground and...died.
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