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Under the Sage Bush Chap 2
I lay in bed that night listening to a pack of wolves that lurked in the forest behind our house. Every time one howled, a shiver was sent up my spine and I would turn onto my side and cover my ears with my pillow. After years of living there, I still wasn’t used to those howls. It seemed so unnatural for a creature to make noise like that.
The next day wasn’t much better. I sat alone on the bus (Bree wasn’t there.) I got ran over a few times in the halls. In gym someone hit me right in the head with a volley ball and a she-jock screamed at me because I was scared of the ball. In Basic Foods, I accidentally blew up the muffins we were cooking and had to stay after school to clean it up. At lunch, I sat alone.
I just walked home that day after school as the cold bit through my layers. Finally it was Christmas vacation. Finally, I’d be away from all the crazies at school. I threw open the door and took my backpack upstairs to my room. I didn’t bother d
Under the Sage Bush Chap 1
If I ever thought my life would turn out the way it did, would I have started it differently? If I had come to know sooner by a day or a month or a year, would I be different? That is always the question it seems. What was done that made me unlike the others? Some would say it was fate, because some believe fate drives all happenings.
Sometimes I wonder that if I was like the others, would I remember that once upon a time, things weren’t so difficult? Would I remember that I once lived what some would consider a normal life?
I wondered when the day would come that I would finally change like everyone said – finally become what everyone was waiting for me to become. It would be the day that my gift would suddenly fade to curse, but I will fight until the end to make sure that never happens. I know now I was born this way for a reason. I will make a difference because I know that I am truly something extraordinary.
Freshman year was just as bad as everyone predict
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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