Who am I?
Robin FireVision
Chapter 1"I have found her."
"Are you sure?"
"Almost, she has everything but intelligence."
"Who said you were intelligent?"
"Well, at least she doesn't act intelligent. So, will you come?"
"Where are you?"
"Harrow, Missouri."
"How old?"
"Well…you'll find out. See ya' soon!"
Mrs. Dove, my math teacher for seventh period, walked toward me with a look on her face that screamed " I need to talk to you". I knew that look.
"Ms. Hawthorn, I want to see you after school, please. It won't take long." Yea, right. "I have someone to meet you." I immediately thought of tall-dark-and-handsome. Hubba-hubba!
My hair hung down to my waist in curly brown waves. My fingers have a nasty habit of combing my hair when I am nervous. At least my hair gets brushed! My eyes are a greenish-gray. They change color with the light. At the moment, my eyes are probably a dull gray.
As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of school I fought my way through the hustle and bustle of high school kids to get to my locker. The remaining homework I had was less than usual but it still needed to be gotten. Plus I had to call Mother on my cell phone to tell her that I had to walk home because I had to meet someone. She would think it was a boy but oh well. Two miles to walk isn't much when the town is only six miles in radius.
When I had finished my call to home, I gathered my junk and shut my locker, for by this time the halls were clear of kids but for a few stragglers that also walked home and had no need to hurry. I was turning to go to Mrs. Dove's room when my vision darkened and I saw a man walking toward me from across a great distance in just a few steps. Cloaked in fog, I saw only an outline but it was clearly a male with shoulder length hair that flowed with the wind. Then I was drawn to him, stepping into his body to hear the sound of our heartbeats become one and the thoughts and feelings I had, be revealed to this man and my memories being shuffled through like I was a Rolodex. All this passed in the space of a millisecond and then I was lying in the hallway with my breath coming faster than normal and my face getting frozen by the floor pressing into it.
"Give the child some air." The voice commanded attention and obedience. My eyes were still closed, so I kept them that way. The experience was unexpected, I wanted to at least try to get a hold of my sanity before I lost all of it.
The sensation of hands turning me over onto my back and being gathered into someone's lap made me lapse into a kind of trance state that slowly quieted my heart and mind. When I was ready to open my eyes, the first thing I saw was a face. A blond haired, green-eyed, stern face with a soft look in his eyes that I thought was for me but it looked more like pity than anything. That was one thing I couldn't stand, but in his arms it was hard to keep my mind on any one thought that came into my head. My mind just floated on the edge of consciousness and liked it.
"Christopher! Let go of her!" Mrs. Dove's voice floated up into my world and I grabbed at the stray thought. With effort, I fought my way up out of the molasses that my mind had been reduced to. The hands around me tightened to the point of pain. A sound came from my mouth. The hands loosened but didn't let go.
"You were right Sarah, she is the one. I must go with her. Come my beautiful one." This voice came from the man that held me. I wondered who was beautiful, of the ones who stayed after school none came to mind. Then a whooshing sound dissolved any thought and I sunk into peaceful darkness.