Gripping On To The Truth

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

Chapter 7 (v.1)

Submitted: August 02, 2012

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Submitted: August 02, 2012



"Hello, my name is Alec." The guy said, sticking out his hand. I just stared at it. I was so furious by this point. My entire day was just messed up.

Alec looked up to my face and he must have seen something flicker in my eyes, because he dropped his hand.

"Well. Ok then." He said, looking slightly disappointed. I sighed.

"Fyre." I said.


"Fyre. That's my name." I answered. His entire face lit up. Well, it was easy to make him happy. He was one of those annoying people who wore every emotion clear on their face. "I guess I should thank you."

" Why? I just warned you." He said hurriedly. Something flickered in his eyes.

"Yes." I responded slowly." So I could move out of the way. Funny, I don't remember moving, but I must have because that ball was coming straight for me."

"Oh ya. You moved. I definitely saw you move." He said eagerly. There was something weird about this guy.

Phew, that was close. I just about screwed everything up there.

"What do you mean, screwed everything up?" I asked without thinking.

"I-I have to go." He mumbled, face paling, as he turned around and walked hurriedly away.

Well that was strange.


"Hey! I'm home!" I called, walking through the door.

"Hi, sweetie. I'm just in the kitchen." Marcie called.

I unstrapped my boots and took off my jacket, hanging it on the gold coat hanger. I walked into the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter. I was about to leave when Marcie spoke.

"So how was your day?"

I started to tell her it was fine, then I hesitated. It wasn't fine.

"It was really bad, actually." I was facing the doorway, but I could hear Marcie setting the knife she was cutting with, on the counter. I could feel her shock and surprise. I has never actually answered her questions truthfully.

I could fell her confusion now. Does she ask why? Or just let me tell her? She didn't want to scare me away. I straightened up. I was never scared away from anything. I spun around.

"I can't tell you why. I wish I could, but I truly can't. You would never understand." I could see an sense even more confusion now. Suddenly, there was realization.

" Is this about your- mind thing?" She asked tentatively. Shock flooded through me. " Your social worker told me about it. Maria doesn't know."

I couldn't believe it. The shock turned to rage, distrust, and fear. The last people who knew, tried to kill me. I could hear my breathing become more and more rapid. I couldn't deal with this.

I shut off my mind. I could only do this when my emotions were high. Marcie's face fell when she saw my reaction.

"Sweetie, I didn't mean-" She started.

"No. Just- please leave me alone." I could hear the fear seeping into my voice. I tried to hold it back.

I spun around and sprinted up the steps to my room.

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