Sara's POV
Sara let out a deep sigh. Her secret was hard to keep. The closer she got to Gordo and Lizzie, the harder it would be to keep. And the longer she kept it the harder it would be to tell them, if in the event that she did.
She tried to scrub the stain out of her shirt. If her mother saw this she would go ballistic and think she was getting into fights again. This made her sigh again, she almost wished they were just fights that she was getting into. It wasn't that Sara was a bad person. The way she saw it, she was doing a favour to the town. Killing off the bad half and befriending the good half.
After quite a lot of scrubbing she threw down the sheet. Exasperated. The stain was still there. She had liked the shirt to. Maybe she'd just put it in the washing pile and let her mum deal with it later. If she asked any questions Sara would think up something on the spot. She had gotten good at that over the past six months.
Her mother had believed that Sara had just been going through a stage when she started acting out of sorts. She'd thought that most fifteen year olds probably went through it. Luckily Sara learnt to hide what was going on around her.
She had learnt how to hid her feelings, lock them up so deep inside her that no-one, not even her own self could reach them. Though every now and then, just when she felt settled and happy something would happen to unleash these thoughts, feelings, bottled up emotions and she would crack.
Adjusting to change had never been a strong point of hers. She had managed but change hadn't seemed right to her. In fact it seemed very, very wrong.
Sara had picked up a certain vibe or Lizzie. The kind of thing incredibly observant or gifted people could do. Although Sara felt like the reason she could do this was neither, and more of a curse.
The vibe read: Powerful, seeing, knowing, clairvoyance almost. It was quite incredible. Sara felt that it was so strong that she couldn't understand why no one else picked it up. Then of course she remembered her "curse".
She wondered what was going on in the McGuire house at that moment.
2:45am.
*Lizzie's house at that moment*
Miranda thrashed on the living room floor blood coming out of her mouth. She was helpless. Totally helpless. Lizzie could do nothing to save her. then Gordo crashed through the window.
"She's...--" Gordo was cut off.
Lizzie sat up. Cold sweat around her face. She breathed deeply, trying to regain her self. It was all just a dream.
"I frightening recurring dream," she said out loud.
She put her feet to the ground. She needed to go for a walk. She pulled on her dressing gown and put on her shoes. She climbed out her window. Not wanting to wake anyone up.
On her front lawn she headed out towards the Digital Bean. Not that she was planning to go there. But she would circle round through the park. She needed this walk to clear her thoughts.
Sara's POV
I sat on the swing at the park. I could hear it creaking under my weight. I didn't know why I went out there. I think I needed sometime. Maybe burn off some energy.
*Crack*
I was off the swing in a matter of mille seconds, my senses alert as ever. I squinted trying to see who was coming. Not wanting to get my self into a situation with, with...
I didn't wait to see what it was. I lunged anyway. It screamed.
"Sara? What the hell are you doing?"
I jumped to my feet, she wasn't what I was expecting. I pulled her up with me.
She looked over my shoulder and screamed. I didn't have to turn around to know what she was screaming. All my senses knew.
I prepared my self for an attack.
Sara let out a deep sigh. Her secret was hard to keep. The closer she got to Gordo and Lizzie, the harder it would be to keep. And the longer she kept it the harder it would be to tell them, if in the event that she did.
She tried to scrub the stain out of her shirt. If her mother saw this she would go ballistic and think she was getting into fights again. This made her sigh again, she almost wished they were just fights that she was getting into. It wasn't that Sara was a bad person. The way she saw it, she was doing a favour to the town. Killing off the bad half and befriending the good half.
After quite a lot of scrubbing she threw down the sheet. Exasperated. The stain was still there. She had liked the shirt to. Maybe she'd just put it in the washing pile and let her mum deal with it later. If she asked any questions Sara would think up something on the spot. She had gotten good at that over the past six months.
Her mother had believed that Sara had just been going through a stage when she started acting out of sorts. She'd thought that most fifteen year olds probably went through it. Luckily Sara learnt to hide what was going on around her.
She had learnt how to hid her feelings, lock them up so deep inside her that no-one, not even her own self could reach them. Though every now and then, just when she felt settled and happy something would happen to unleash these thoughts, feelings, bottled up emotions and she would crack.
Adjusting to change had never been a strong point of hers. She had managed but change hadn't seemed right to her. In fact it seemed very, very wrong.
Sara had picked up a certain vibe or Lizzie. The kind of thing incredibly observant or gifted people could do. Although Sara felt like the reason she could do this was neither, and more of a curse.
The vibe read: Powerful, seeing, knowing, clairvoyance almost. It was quite incredible. Sara felt that it was so strong that she couldn't understand why no one else picked it up. Then of course she remembered her "curse".
She wondered what was going on in the McGuire house at that moment.
2:45am.
*Lizzie's house at that moment*
Miranda thrashed on the living room floor blood coming out of her mouth. She was helpless. Totally helpless. Lizzie could do nothing to save her. then Gordo crashed through the window.
"She's...--" Gordo was cut off.
Lizzie sat up. Cold sweat around her face. She breathed deeply, trying to regain her self. It was all just a dream.
"I frightening recurring dream," she said out loud.
She put her feet to the ground. She needed to go for a walk. She pulled on her dressing gown and put on her shoes. She climbed out her window. Not wanting to wake anyone up.
On her front lawn she headed out towards the Digital Bean. Not that she was planning to go there. But she would circle round through the park. She needed this walk to clear her thoughts.
Sara's POV
I sat on the swing at the park. I could hear it creaking under my weight. I didn't know why I went out there. I think I needed sometime. Maybe burn off some energy.
*Crack*
I was off the swing in a matter of mille seconds, my senses alert as ever. I squinted trying to see who was coming. Not wanting to get my self into a situation with, with...
I didn't wait to see what it was. I lunged anyway. It screamed.
"Sara? What the hell are you doing?"
I jumped to my feet, she wasn't what I was expecting. I pulled her up with me.
She looked over my shoulder and screamed. I didn't have to turn around to know what she was screaming. All my senses knew.
I prepared my self for an attack.