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She stepped inside the house, the house that no one dared to go in. The house that she had been dared to go in, the house that would prove her bravery. She wasn't some quiet teen who struggled with anxiety and listened to bands no one knew about and hid in her room, terrified of the other side. The house had a feeling of vacancy, never mind the bugs and spiderwebs filled with bugs, dead or struggling to save their lives. "What's taking you so long, Vic?" The boy who dared her shouted from a few hundred feet away, not daring to get close to the house. Who's the brave one now? She thought to herself, and ventured farther into the house. She didn't watch her footing, and then she was falling, falling, falling.
The air was icy cold even though the sun was shining brightly on the horizon. I rubbed my gloved hands together and pressed them against my face. Everyone was dressed head to toe in warm clothes, except for one person. He was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts, and to top it off flip flops. It was ten degrees below zero and he was dressed for a summer in Arizona, not a winter in Boston. I shoved through the throng of people until I walked next to him. Looking up at him, he was hardly an adult yet. I took off my coat which was three sizes too big since I found it at Goodwill. Money was running short, but good karma exceeded financial problems. "Here." I said and shoved it in his face. "You look like you need it." He pushed my hand away. Stunned by the rudeness, I snapped "What's your problem?" Instead of reacting the way I thought he would, he signed in four quick motions. M O N K.
The world tumbled in blurred colors and lights too bright for my eyes. I was falling, falling, falling. As I fall, I try and grab some of the swirling images. And then it all stops. I look around, blinded by the brightness. Once my eyes adjust, I notice a city, a futuristic city.
The sword fell to the ground, making a loud 'clank' as it hit the hard concrete. Then it was the sound of a thousand soldiers, the metal of their armor creating a loud crashing noise in the depths of the cavern. Fall, falling, fallen.
There is something very familiar about the bumpy cobblestone road pounding against my feet. I run, breaking into my second wind. I race up the stairs to a building that looks as tall as the empire state building, but even with my huge imagination, I know it's a couple hundred feet lower. I lean over to catch my breath once I reach the roof and bend down onto my knees. I don't know how long I sit perched on that roof, with the wind blowing through my dark blue hair and the salty taste of ocean breeze on my lips. After a while I hear footsteps behind me, I jerk my head around and my eyes widen.
I couldn't imagine what would be stranger than this. I don't know how I managed to spiral into this mess, and I wouldn't be able to get out. No wonder Johnathan was so done with me, he couldn't keep his grasp on something that kept slipping away. It wasn't my fault that I always pushed the people that I love most. I care to much to get others stuck in my hurricane.
I danced around the ballroom, holding Valerie's hand in mine. She smiled down at me. God, why did she have to be taller than me? I grasped her hand harder and took the lead. We spun around in spirals, dancing to our own beat, not caring about the classy music in the background. We were different, and that's what made us special.
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