I needed to stay steady. I couldn't fall, not now. I walked cautiously along the fallen tree that stretched over the canyon next our home in Arizona.
Focus. I told myself. One foot after the other, heel to toe, right, left, right, left. I was about two thirds along the log when it suddenly shattered from right under my feet, sending me and any remains of the tree flying down into the deep depths of the canyon. My hair was streaming up in front of me, blocking my vision. My jacket flew off as I plummeted down. All I could do was flail my arms, scream bloody murder, but no one would hear me. My dad was at work, my mom was gone forever, I would just fall to my death, screaming. Was this really how it would end?No, echoed a voice. A voice that sounded familiar, too familiar… You won't end like this, you can't end like this, not for me.
Too bad, I thought, I've been falling for a while, I'll hit the canyon bottom in about, 3… 2… 1… but it never happened. I wasn't on ground, though. I was still in the air, my hair still a tangled mess in front of my face. I struggled to get out of this position. The second I moved I started to float like I was in space. I spun in circles until I drifted to a small handhold in the side of the canyon.
Look this way, I wheeled in the direction of the voice, but I went too far and had to stop myself from endlessly spinning. And there she was. The person I had longed for the previous eight years of my life, my mom. And there I was, speechless, dumbstruck, scared even. This was a dream come true. This was torture. She had been there and suddenly, she wasn't. I was mad, madder than I had ever been before. Mad at her.
"You!" I sobbed, "I can't believe you! How dare you have the nerve to come back here! How dare you have the nerve to leave…" Tears started streaming down my face and I did my best to try and curl up into a ball in mid air.
Shh… It will be okay. You don't have to cry. She reached out to comfort me and I tried to push her away, but I couldn't. My hand passed right through hers. I recoiled and so did she. We both had a disgusted look on our faces. My daughter wouldn't do that. You're not my daughter. You are a disgrace. Leave. "No!" I said frantically, No, no, no! I'll prove it to you! That's not an option, She said, I guess I'll have to make you leave.
I dropped, wailing for her to let me stay, but she just stood there and looked down upon me as I fell to my death. As soon and I felt the first grain of dust hit me, everything went black.
I bolted upright in my bed, beads of sweat slowly making their way down my face. I was breathing heavily as I looked over at my clock. It read 11:14 AM Mon. Oh crap. I was late for school. I put on my clothes and tried to brush my unruly mess of tangles I call hair as quick as I could considering the fact that I had just woken up."Dad!" I shouted, "Why didn't you wake me up?" No answer. I sighed, I forgot. He was probably at work by now. I walked out into our garage and got on my bike. It wouldn't take too long to get to school, but I'll be in big trouble. I was here. The place that was the demise of my being. Okay, maybe not that bad, but, I still hated it. I walked up to the front door and rang the buzzer. "Who is it?" A raspy voice said.
"Me," I replied.
"Who's 'Me'?" questioned the same scratchy voice, seriously, whoever this was needed to take some cough drops or something. He was hard to listen to.
"Rae, your least favorite student."
"You're late!"
"You think I don't know that? Now, can I come in so I'm not any later?" The voice hesitated, "Sure, whatever."
The large doors swung open and I walked through them to my classroom at the back of the school.
As soon as I got to the door, I took a few deep breaths and knocked, every child in the room went silent as I heard my teacher's heels clicking on the wood floor. I stepped back so that when the door pushed forward I wouldn't get smacked in the face."You're late," Ms. Sarley stated."Wow! Only been told two times this morning! That's a new record!" I joked. She growled and pushed me through the door.
I sat down chuckling and for the rest of the day Ms. Sarley glared at me, but that wasn't really new.
Finally, the bell rang for the end of school. I already had my stuff organised and was ready to bolt out the moment the door was opened. When I was out in front of the school a fellow classmate ( He was the son of the head of the AMD ) and his goonies came up to me and seemed to want to pick a fight. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the boogie man's school for freaks?" he snickered. His 'group' laughed heartily. I turned around to unlock my bike from a pole and he grabbed my arm to turn me back around. "What, you don't wanna listen? Awww, are you mad?" He he huffed in a mocking manner and more laughter ensued.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That's a shame. You know that video?" I was confused, "What video?"
Oh. That video. One time, when I was being blackmailed by students, they had forced me to say a whole rant about how monsters ruined our whole society, and made me say that all monsters should die. If I let them make me do stupid stuff they wouldn't post the recording, but if I didn't it would be on the internet forever. Of course I couldn't have that video be posted, so at the end of the day I was covered in cream and glitter glue."Oh, yeah, what about it?""Well, freak," I flinched as he called me that, "that freaky heart thing of yours is pretty cool, how about you show it to us?"
"No. No way." I shook my head."Well, then let's say we should post the video? How about that guys?" he turned to his friends and they nodded stupidly.
He was reaching for his phone when I intervened. "No, you are not posting that video.""Then what about that pretty heart?""No.""Then we gotta post the video." I sighed. These stupid jerks. "Fine," I said. My locket glowed brighter and brighter as it basked up in a light rose glow. That's when I outsmarted them. They had never seen me summon my soul, but the had seen that it was the beautiful color that it is. So, when my locket was glowing its brightest, I sent a giant wave of magic towards them. They were knocked on their feet as the wave hit them.