Hey I'm back with another chapter. Enjoy!
Well, I guess I really need my eyes checked now. I confused an optometrist for a freaky psychic store. I have two options: Either keep walking and get home drenched, or wait in the shop for a while until the rain gets lighter, and then still walk home drenched.
I look up at the sign: The Psychic Eye. Hell no! There is no way I'm waiting in there! But then I look down the street at the gallons of water pouring from the sky. I groaned. Psycho land here I come!
I open the door and hear a bell on the top of the door ring. I'm greeted by the smell of cinnamon and mint. I look on the back wall and see a painting of an eye with black swirls and other designs surrounding it.
" Hello, is anyone home?" I yell from the door. I'm still afraid to move any further into the room.
I walk a few steps into the room. " Hello?" I spot a few shelves with glass jars on them. Each holding a different substance or ingredient. Some were crushed leaves, others looked like rose petals. One looked like it contained human hair. Mental note not to touch the hair.
I pick one up, it has dark green powder in it. " Don't touch that!" Yells a voice from the doorway. I was so surprised I almost dropped the jar. Thankfully I didn't. I sighed in relief and set the jar back on the shelf.
" What are you doing here?" asked a peach skinned woman. She looked about 50 years old with shoulder length hair. She had dark brown hair with wisps of gray starting to show. She was well aged with some wrinkles around her eyes. She had long square nails and a lot of jewelery on.
" I'm just stopping by, I'm waiting out the rain. I'm walking home and I don't want to be anymore drenched then I already am." I said pointing to the water dripping from my hair.
She nods and says " Let me get you a towel," and disappears into another room.
I nod even though I know she can't see me, and stare at the carpet watching how the drops from my hair make dark gray splotches on her silver carpet.
A few moments later she returns, handing me a towel. She gestures towards some chairs as I sit and wring my hair out.
" So, since your going to be here a while, how about I read your palm?" she questions,as an eerie smile spreads across her face.
Um, do I really want her to do this? I mean, that smile she has is creeping me out. Come on Gabs, think fast!
" Oh, I'm sorry but I don't have any money," I tried.
" Oh pish-posh, nonsense, you're the only one who's walked in here all day. I'm greateful for your company. It's on the house!" She exclaimed.
Oh , what the hell! This can't be any worse than watching Troy kiss Kristy!
She lead me to a stool. I sat down and she took my right hand in hers. She traced the creases and lines in my hand with her long nails. She took the jar I was looking at earlier and dipped her hand into it. She sprinkled the substance it over my hand.
" Um, what is that?" I ask timidly, not sure if I really want to find out.
" Powder." she answers simply.
I roll my eyes, " Yes I see that, but what kind of powder?"
" It's Henna."
Henna... I've heard that before. It's like some staining herb or something.
She fishes under the table and produces a lemon and a knife. Okay, now I'm scared! What if she tried to cut my hand off or something. She could be a cannibal. I could be her dinner. All she has to do is cut my hand off and then seasons it with lemon juice! Okay, eww I'm grossing myself out.
I wince unknowingly. She laughs and says " Not to worry child, I mean you no harm," she proceeds in taking the knife and cutting the lemon in half. She then takes the lemon and squirts it over my hand. I watch as the powder dissolves into a reddish-brown tint.
She takes her nails and sticks them into the oil that has formed. She started to draw a picture. When she was done I lifted my hand to see what she had drawn. It was an eye, like the one she had on the wall.
She took my hand back and poured another powder onto it., it was brownish-gold. She took a lighter and lit a few of the candles on the table. She stood up and turned off all the lights.
I sat there in the dark. In the dark with some creepy psychic. In the dark with some creepy psychic who was reading my palm.
I watched as the candle light formed shadows on her face. Her face changed into a different expression. Something other than serious. It was shocked or surprised.
" Now tell me child, do you have any secrets?"
" N-no" I stuttered.
She looked up at me and patted my arm. "Child, don't lie to me. Madame Sarafina knows all."
Okay, that was creepy. " So know, tell me about this boy." she said
How does she know about Troy? Maybe she really is psychic and not just an old crazy bat. No, that's not true. There's no such thing as anything magical, except the wizards and creatures in Harry Potter and the dazzlingly sexy vampires in Twlilight. ( A/N: had to say that. I love Twilight! Lol)
Wait I doubt she's really a psychic, most teenage girls have crushes on boys. So it's obvious to ask about a guy because for most girls there is a guy they like. And the secret is that they like him.
" What boy?" I ask after I notice her starring at me.
"The boy with the name of the horse," she said . What horse is she talking about. The only horse I know of is black beauty.
" What horse?"
"The Trojan horse. The horse of the people of Troy," she said.
Okay, how does she know about Troy? Like actually Troy? Come on Gabs play dumb. Act like you have no idea what she's talking about.
" What horse? I own no horse."
" Oh, child! I've met bread smarter than you!" she exclaimed.
What the hell? Bread?!
" I mean tell me about Troy. He is the one you admire from afar isn't he?"
" N-no" I try once again to lie to her.
" Child, your sweating faster than the wax melting off my candles." she says geasuring towards the candles on the table. Sure enough they were dissolving quickly, with pools of wax already surrounding the base of the stick.
" Tell me about him, I can keep secrets," she whispered.
"I'd rather not," I say timidly
She sighes. She takes the lemon and squirts more juice over my palm. I hear her mumble something. Like an enchantation, but I can't make out the words.
Then is strikes me. What does all of this Trojan horse conversation have to do with reading my palm. Isn't she just supposed to tell me my future is damned or something and then send me on my merry way.
" Hey, what does all this have to do with reading my palm?" I ask.
" When I read your palm I see your future. But all of this has altered your future." She explained.
"You hold many emotions bottled up and hide your truth from the one you love. From this day on you shall not lie, until your loved one knows the truth inside!" she chants.
" What did you just do to me?!" I ask
" Just do exactly as the spell says,"
I look at my hand. At the imprit of the eye. " What about this? What was this for, some cheap arts and craft moment you had?" I exclaim.
" The eye shall soon disappear, if you can seperate lies from what's real," she sang.
Did she put another spell on me? " What the heck is that supposed to mean?" I shreik.
" All in good time my child, all in good time." She said before starting to walk away.
" Oh, you should get going now the rain has finally stopped."
I look out the window and the sun is out. There's even a rainbow. Okay, I'm totally freaked out now.
I ran outside and sprinted the two miles it took to get home. . I stuck the key into the lock and got the door open. I walked inside and practically slammed the door closed, causing the paintings on the wall the shake a little.
" Gabi?" called a voice from the kitchen.
" Hey mom," I say setting my bag on the counter and sitting on a stool at the bar.
" Hey honey, how was school?" she asked.
Fine. I guess. " Terrible, Troy and Kristy were making out in front of me. Troy made me walk home in the rain. I skipped lunch so my stomach hurts and I have my period so I have cramps!" What the hell? I didn't want to say all of that. What kind of wacko spell did that witch put on me?!
My mom was a bit surprised. She was probably expecting ' Oh, fine. I took a test in trig and I think I aced it.'
" Well honey, there's some midol in my purse if you need it. Dinner will be ready in about an hour , so you can grab an apple if you're really hungry."
What was the spell again. Something about emotions inside and telling your loved one about the truth. Something like that. Damnit! What was the spell about the eye? The eye will disappear when you seperation lies from real. I think that's how it went.
But what the hell did it all mean?!
Hey! I hope you liked it. So Gabi started telling the truth at the end, even if it was only to her mom but it's a start. The next chapter should be more interesting. Tell me what ya think. Kiki xoxo :)
Ps- If there are any 'Suite Life' fans reading this, there is a line in this story that was part of a conversation between Maddie and London. If you're the first person to find it, the next chapter will be dedicated to you!