Gripping On To The Truth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 15 (v.1)

Submitted: September 23, 2012

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Submitted: September 23, 2012




hey! So excuse any errors in this please:P I am kinda sick right now. Not like the usual queasy stomach kind of sick but more of like the pain in my throat is killing me and I sound like I'm going through puberty. My voice keeps cracking. It's so embarrassing. And I apolize for the late update, it was my birthday on the 15 and we had no wifi for a few days:( Anyway, I have a question, I was looking at the reads on my chapters. Why does chapter7 have more reads than the rest? Even more than the first chapter! Do people just skip to the 7th chapter or something? Oh and yeah, sorry for the wait again. Life sucks. School sucks. Does my writing? That's up to you. And on that philosophical note, I begin chapter 15 (!)

Fyre's POV

I woke up in my room. I guess it's my room now. What other choice do I have? Especially after wht happened with Marie. Oh god. What happened after I passed out?

I threw myself out of bed and ran to the closet. After randomly pulling clothes on, I flung my door open and sprinted down the stairs. I could hear people talking in the living room. Deja vu, much? Cautiously I made my way into the living room.

"Really? That's what you'd do? Personally, I'd go for the girls change room." I heard Alec say.

"Of course you would. Do guys even realise that girls don't actually get naked? You would just be wasting a day." A female voice responded. Marie?

"Seriously? Not even to shower? Ooh that's what I'd do. Hide in girls showers."

I decided that that would be a good moment to barge in.

"She's alive!" Alec cheered.

"Of course she is. She just passed out."

"Umm, what's going on?" I asked cautiously.

"We were talking about what we would do if we had invisibility for a day. Ohh you mean this whole thing."

"Yeah. What did you tell her?"

" Everything. After your little 'thing' I threw her in the car with us."

"Yeah. Literally threw, I might add." Marie grumbled.

"Alec, we need to talk about your manners." I reprimanded, glaring at Alec.

"And we," he shot back, getting up and walking over to me. "need to talk about your fainting problem."

With that, he walked past me. I shared a confused glance with Marie. I know I was taking this whole thing calmly, but I could read her mind. She didn't really like Marcie. She didn't hate Marcie but, well, let's just say she greeted living with us for a bit.

"Hey! Wait. Where are you going?" I demanded, spinning around to glare at Alec.

"Same place you are. Training starts now."


"I don't understand!" I whined.

"What is so hard? Why can't you get this?" Alec asked, frustrated.

"Um, deprived childhood. I don't know? I just can't do this!"

"'This' is the limbo! It helps with abdominal strength and balance."

"Sure, sure. Whatever floats your boat."

A ringtone sounded from the Marie's corner. Yes, that's right. Alex sent Marie to the corner.

"Sorry!" She apologised. She looked down at her phone and one word flashed through her mind. Mom.

Marie turned around and slowly lifted the phone to her ear. I wanted to give her privacy, but I couldn't stop the thoughts from flowing into my brain. I lifted my hands to covor my ears. I knew it wouldn't help, but I did it without thinking. Alec glanced at me curiously. Suddenly, realation dawned on his face.

"----" Alec said something, but it was muffled by my hands.

"What?" I asked, taking my hands off my ear.

"I said, picture a blank, white wall. It helps redirect your mind."

Oh. Well, why not? It was worth a shot. I cleared my mind and pictured a blank, white wall. Surprisingly, it worked.

"Fyre?" Marie said. I opened my eyes and jumped. I hadn't realised she was right infront of me. She lifted the phone. "She wants to talk to you."

"Hello?" I pressed the phone to my ear. Why would Marcie want to talk to me?

"Oh, Fyre! It's you!" Who else would it be?

" Umm yes? I'm sorry about leaving-" She cut me off.

"Oh no, don't worry about it. My husband was like you. Different. I understand. I'm a little disappointed in Marie, but she's a big girl. She can handle herself." Her husband was like me? Interesting.

"Oh." Was all I said.

"Now listen, this is important. I hope you can forgive me for not telling you sooner, but your social worker wouldn't let me. She said something about protecting you. But you need to know. Your father is alive and in prison." The phone slipped from my hands and crashed to the floor.



Sorry for the cliffy!

Anyone who has recently reread my first few chapters (like, within the past 24 hours) will have realised that my spelling has magically become better. Well it hasn't. No, but my gracious friend has agreed to fix my mistakes (we all know how bad I am at spelling). So yeah, big round of applause for my German friend. I'm not sure if she wants her name advertised on the Internet, so she's my German friend for now. Danke for still reading!!

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