Follow Your Dreams

Follow Your Dreams

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Chapter1 (v.1) - Mckayla-1

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 01, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 01, 2017

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The day my life took a turn for the worst.

It was the first day at middle school.

I woke up that day thinking that maybe this school would be different. Maybe I won’t have to leave again. But in the back of my head I knew that that was too much to hope for.

I heard a muffled shout from the other side of my door. “Mckayla, et dow her the incant.” or something like that.

It was probably my mom who shouted, she being the only other person in this house. Mom says that my dad is still alive. He’s just on a long journey around the world. But I know she’s just saying that to make me feel better.

I got out of bed and rushed downstairs. She’s a snake without it’s fangs when she’s angry.

“What, Mom? I need to get ready,” I said while going down the stairs. I found her in the living room. “Mckayla, come here.” She said, a little calmer than I expected. I walked up to her. “What?” I asked again.

“You are going to middle school.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Please, just try to like the school. Even if it's just on the surface.”

“Ok.”

“Now go get ready.” she said, pushing me.

I hate it when people get sappy. I hate it even more because my mom is really soft and can easily get emotional.

I went upstairs. By the time I showered, got dressed, and went back downstairs, breakfast was ready.

By breakfast I mean, three stacks of large pancakes swimming in maple syrup. “Oh my…,” as I got closer, I noticed that on the pancakes was a message. Good luck at school today. - Love, Dad. I rolled my eyes. My mom knows no limits at all. In the name of trying to make me feel better, she just upsets me even more. Reminding me that I don’t have a dad. I ate as much as my stomach could take.

I looked out the window. The bus was just pulling up to my house. “Bye, Mom!” I screamed. I grabbed my bag and opened the door.

The wind was blowing strongly outside. I walked down the stairs and across to the bus when I felt something crack from under my foot. A faint light shone from where I something cracked. I tried to ignore it, and took another two steps. The entire world shifted, and I landed on the ground with a thump. The pain erupted from my right ankle. I grasped it tight, still laying on the ground.

The faint light seemed to get brighter, and brighter, until I had to shut my eyes tight with my hands. The light dimmed enough for me to see what I had tripped over a….a…. Crystal? I grabbed it and ran onto the bus. (My first mistake)

 


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