A/N: just so there's no confusion, Alex and Alexia *are* the same person.
So are Rissa and Clarissa. lol
Chapter Two
As I walked through the construction site by Alex and Shawn, I tried to shake off the feeling of da'jsavu that kept creeping up on me.
"See, this isn't so bad," Nick spoke up. "There is nothing to be afraid of."
"Hey! Who said I was afraid?" I snapped. I was in a bad mood. I was freaked out and jumpy, and that makes me angry.
"No one, I just assumed-" he began,
"Don't assume!"
"Jeez, Rissa. Calm down before you have a heart attack. Nick didn't mean any harm," Alex reasoned. Nick shot her a grateful smile.
"Sorry, Nick. I'm just kind of tense. I'm afraid I'll turn a corner and see some dying alien," I explained.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Jamie mutter, "It will probably be dying because it assumed you were scared."
I glared at her. "What?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
Shawn smiled a little and shook his head. He hadn't said much this whole time. He'd been spacing out. Staring at Elfangor's memorial as though it held a truth or key to his life. A loadstone calling him towards it.
I didn't try to figure out what was going on with him. I couldn't have guessed. Not then, anyway.
Elfangor's memorial was pretty cool. It was shaped like a UFO, and next to it was a small, sky blue box with Elfangor's name engraved in it, and a little message thanking him for giving hope to the planet. I swore that next to it there was a long tailed figure, but after a moment I shook my head and turned away.
I focused on other thoughts. Like how weird it was to be here knowing that almost three decades ago, my father and his four friends had stood in this exact spot and their whole lives had changed. In those brief moments, they were forced to grow up an amount that most people don't mature in a lifetime.
"Clarissa, are you okay?"
I snapped out of it to see Shawn looking at me with concern. "I'm fine."
"So, no aliens yet," Alex chirped. What was she so perky about?
'Oh,' I thought, looking down. 'Nick is holding her hand.'
That's when I noticed it. A sight more peculiar than my friends' sappiness.
A shadowy figure in the distance.
A girl.
Nick noticed it too. "Who's that?"
I squinted my eyes. "No clue."
As we got closer, the girl's features became clearer. She looked about my age, but very tall. She had long, golden blonde hair and a confused expression on her face. .
I knew in my heart who this wanderer was. I think Nick did, too. But no matter what my heat was telling me, my brain kept arguing, "No, that's impossible."
All the same, I knew my heart was right.
This girl, tall, blonde, and beautiful, was a girl who had been dead for twenty three years.
The girl was Rachel Berenson.
Chapter Two
As I walked through the construction site by Alex and Shawn, I tried to shake off the feeling of da'jsavu that kept creeping up on me.
"See, this isn't so bad," Nick spoke up. "There is nothing to be afraid of."
"Hey! Who said I was afraid?" I snapped. I was in a bad mood. I was freaked out and jumpy, and that makes me angry.
"No one, I just assumed-" he began,
"Don't assume!"
"Jeez, Rissa. Calm down before you have a heart attack. Nick didn't mean any harm," Alex reasoned. Nick shot her a grateful smile.
"Sorry, Nick. I'm just kind of tense. I'm afraid I'll turn a corner and see some dying alien," I explained.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Jamie mutter, "It will probably be dying because it assumed you were scared."
I glared at her. "What?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
Shawn smiled a little and shook his head. He hadn't said much this whole time. He'd been spacing out. Staring at Elfangor's memorial as though it held a truth or key to his life. A loadstone calling him towards it.
I didn't try to figure out what was going on with him. I couldn't have guessed. Not then, anyway.
Elfangor's memorial was pretty cool. It was shaped like a UFO, and next to it was a small, sky blue box with Elfangor's name engraved in it, and a little message thanking him for giving hope to the planet. I swore that next to it there was a long tailed figure, but after a moment I shook my head and turned away.
I focused on other thoughts. Like how weird it was to be here knowing that almost three decades ago, my father and his four friends had stood in this exact spot and their whole lives had changed. In those brief moments, they were forced to grow up an amount that most people don't mature in a lifetime.
"Clarissa, are you okay?"
I snapped out of it to see Shawn looking at me with concern. "I'm fine."
"So, no aliens yet," Alex chirped. What was she so perky about?
'Oh,' I thought, looking down. 'Nick is holding her hand.'
That's when I noticed it. A sight more peculiar than my friends' sappiness.
A shadowy figure in the distance.
A girl.
Nick noticed it too. "Who's that?"
I squinted my eyes. "No clue."
As we got closer, the girl's features became clearer. She looked about my age, but very tall. She had long, golden blonde hair and a confused expression on her face. .
I knew in my heart who this wanderer was. I think Nick did, too. But no matter what my heat was telling me, my brain kept arguing, "No, that's impossible."
All the same, I knew my heart was right.
This girl, tall, blonde, and beautiful, was a girl who had been dead for twenty three years.
The girl was Rachel Berenson.
