Ch 2 – The Weird MorningI froze and immediately threw my razor down. My mind started pounding and my heart slowed down to a thin beat. I closed my eyes, and fell back in the tub. I felt humming along my side, and I felt exhausted. I felt the bumps from whatever was happening and suddenly saw his eyes; the same eyes from my memories. They were closed so I wasnft as entranced as I wouldfve been by the dark shades of a blue-grey. I felt a huge bump, saw the eyes pop wide open, and suddenly everything went black. I woke up with the shower still going. I was a little dizzy and a little sick. I finished my legs and stepped out of the shower. My robe made me feel better, but the feeling of my vision had me trembling. This was the third vision this month, and it was only the eighth. My visions arenft new, but theyfre still unreadable and surprising. Ifm having them more frequently and more violent then what Ifm used to. They used to be little sore spots, extreme tiredness, and adrenaline rushes. I never really considered them visions, just weird growth issues. Grams said my mother had them too. Grams said they were normal, but when I said that they were getting worse, Grams started getting mad. I had one really violent one where I broke my arm when I fell in front of a moving car, and she nearly went crazy. She tried to pull me out of school, and move us away and become complete nomads, so I lied and told her they stopped. They havenft. Within one week, my visions have been more frequent, more violent, and scarier than anything Ifve ever been through. I bought this little white journal that holds all my vision stories. Even if they were real short and sweet, theyfre in there. It is always hidden under my bed where the third board from the right isnft nailed down. Itfs like they made that perfect little cubby hole on purpose, so I could hide my journal. There are also five hundred dollars, my momfs old jewelry box, and a picture of Grams and I at Yellow Stone National Park. They are in a little blanket so they didnft get dusty or ruined by bugs. I ran to my room, lifted up the plank, and grabbed the journal. I rummaged through my purse to find a pen and began to write the vision down. When I wrote, it felt like I had written it all down before. When I finished, I added the date and hid it again. I had goose bumps to no end. I decided to get dressed and try to act normal. After about thirty minutes of brushing and drying, I crimped my hair into the beautiful dark blonde mane I love so well. This pulls my hair to just past my shoulders. I fix my make-up as I do everyday, beginning with shining gold eye-powder, pure black eye liner and mascara that made them pop. Today, my eyes were neon green and cobalt. I scrapped up my books and folders and decided to head down stairs when I heard Grams singing her morning salute. I trampled down stairs sniffing to see what she was making. I opened the kitchen door to see bacon, eggs and, to my surprise, waffles on the table. gWaffles, Grams?h gWhy do you ask if you know thats whatfs there?h she asked as she sat the butter by the plate of eggs. gWhy not pancakes?h gWhy not be a millionaire and own a thousand cars? Itfs just not my purpose today.h She smiled and handed me an empty plate. gEat, my darling.h gGrams...h I said as I spooned eggs onto my plate. gYou really think that your purpose today is to eat waffles?h gNo, but they do make you ask questions which means I get to answer them. Thatfs my purpose, my darling, to answer your questions.h I smiled as she walked to the sink to do the dishes. She was such a Betty Home- Maker. She cooked, baked, cleaned, washed, sewed and managed a little store where she sold anything from antiques to bread and milk. I work there when she needs me to and she repays me by letting me have a designer bag or a good amount of money. I finished my eggs, half the bacon, and had two waffles swamped in butter and jelly. I slid my plate into the sink and went to go brush my teeth as Grams called my name. gLizzie, will you please go get the mail for me?h gSure, grams.h My plaque issues would have to wait. I walked across the street to our mail box and opened the door. There were probably bills for the shop and house, college brochures, and coupons for the local supermarket. I pulled out the envelopes and a small tea colored letter fell out. I picked it up and stuck it on the bottom of the stack. I felt the waxy stamp on the one side where it held together the two ends of the letter. I walked across the street and made out a weird pattern on the stamp. gGrams, the mailfs here.h gThank you darling. Have a good day at school.h gI will. Grams, you got a letter. Itfs on the bottom.h I watched her pull out the letter, and stare at the front of the envelope. She froze and started to ball her hands and shook her head. gWhat is it, Grams?h gItfs nothing, my darling. This letterfs not for me. Itfs for your mom.h She sighed. She opened it and began reading. She was about halfway through when her eyes went wide. She crumpled up the letter in a huff and threw it away. gNot for your mother either.h gWhofs it for?h I asked as she started straightening up the table. I glanced at her and she had a terrified look on her face. gItfs for no one here darling. Go to school, now.h She tried to smile as best as she could, but it didnft work and she walked away. Before I grabbed my keys, I scooped up the paper that had given Grams a bad attitude. I slid it into my astronomy book, and headed for the door. gLove you Grams.h I started the car and drove off in the direction of school. Twenty blocks and two over passes later, I pulled up in the parking lot. I saw my friend start towards my car and I smiled. Irene, also known to everyone as Ren, was the only other Greek kid in my school. Her dadsf great-great-great grandfathersf name was George Georgiou, which was a famous Greek who discovered artifacts in Pompeii. She was proud of him, and I was of her. She had a boyfriend who was constantly sleeping around and lying to her the whole five years theyfve been together. Everyone knew but no one talked about it. She knew, but never let it bother her. gHey Liz.h She sat on the hood of my car as I dug in my back seat to find my books for before lunch Ren. Whatfs going on?h I came around the car and linked her arm and pulled her towards the math hall. We both had the first two classes of the day together, so thatfs when we caught much really, just trying to find probably at the baseball fields.h I thought how he probably had some freshman girl all pressed up against the chain link fence, getting her hopes up and then dumping her for the next big bra size he could find. gHefs not going to be eating lunch with us here, is he?h gNo, he says hefs going to start going home for lunch to grab his work .h Hefs screwing a junior at lunch then another girl while he skips work tonight. He works at a mechanic warehouse, stocking car parts. Thatfs not exactly the strictest job in the world. gYou know...hgDonft go there. Please donft even try telling ? I was just going to say that you know he probably doesnft actually have ework clothesf that he absolutely has to wear.h I smiled in my effort to cover my ..h she looked back at me and sighed. gI know.h She knew everything he did. She just denied it. She was torn inside and when she thought about it, she looked like she was about to cry. I threw my arm around her neck and pulled her . Letfs go.h