That night as Melenie slipped between her bedcovers she reflected back to the afternoon. There's no way her mum could be telling the truth; it was too out of this world. But at the same time her mum wasn't one to lie or tells stories. So what was going on? Who was her father? Since her brain started to hurt she dropped the subject.
Perhaps mum told me that just so I'd be quiet on the subject.
And with that thought, Melenie fell asleep glad for the darkness and comfort.
That night she had a strange dream. One that consisted of two men, Jay and Silent Bob; The Muse; an apostle named Rufus; and a female God. The dream was so realistic that she felt she were merely standing behind glass watching them. Her mother was also in the dream: on a train, in a restaurant, and then in a lake. Lastly, before she woke up, they were all at a Church, after a shoot out and fire, saying goodbye. When she awoke in the morning she had to take a minute to get her bearings. In her dream, her mother's story had come alive in much more detail than she had described. Except for The Metatron.
Melenie sat up and turned on her light. She tried to work out what was going on but couldn't. This wasn't the first time Melenie has an all- seeing dream but none before ever related to things she knew of. They were all dreams of unknown people's lives; undoubtedly fictitious.
But she couldn't reflect for too long. Another day of school was calling and her stomach was begging for some breakfast: she had skipped dinner last night mostly because she didn't want to talk to her mum, and now she was regretting it.
So after a hasty breakfast and a quick shower she walked out of the house locking the door behind her and headed to the bus stop.
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In terms of Melenie Sloan's usual school days, this one seemed pretty dull. She kept her mouth shut and in turn so did the teachers and classmates. She ate lunch alone again with her book. The Inferno, and then sat by her favorite tree finishing her book report. At least this time she had the freedom to pick the book.
It was only after lunch in her last class of the day that something took her completely by surprise.
Mel was on her way out the door of English after the bell rang when she spotted a crumpled piece of paper on the floor. She was going to throw it out but curiosity got the better of her and she unwrinkled the note.
What she read was extremely horrible and it was written about her. Not just putting her down but mocking her and abusing her very name. She screwed it up with vehemence, so mad that the perpetrators didn't leave their names. Oh how they'd get theirs. She'd find out who did it. No one was getting away with that, no way on earth.
She chucked the paper at the bin and gave a yelp and a jump back as it erupted into flames. She stared around widely, wondering if it was a joke but she was the only one left in the room, just as well. She looked back at the trashcan and watched in wonder as the flames slowly died out. Looking into it she noticed nothing was burned or charred except the note.
Shaking her head, she ran out of the room hoping she wasn't too late for the bus.
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