Birthday Surprise

This is the second chapter to my novel "A Timeless Dream". I won't spoil it. I hope someone is out there reading it.

Chapter 2: Birthday Surprise

"Mira" I heard a voice called as two hands began to touch my sholders shaking me "Mira, wake up!"
"Mooooooooom!" I groaned rolling into my pillows as she turned on the lights "It's a Saturday, I don't have to go to school!"
"That might be" she replied allowing her sweet aging face to shine in the light "but just because it's your birthday tomorrow and today is a Saturday doesn't mean you can sleep in until noon. You may be a bird sweetie, but your not an owl"
"I can try" and covered my face with the blankets from my bed.
"Mira, I am going to give you 5 minutes to get up, dressed, and have your bed made. If you are not up and ready for the day by then I'm going to have to make a call"
With that she left. I should have woken up but I didn't want to loose the dream. He was there. I could see his face behind my eyelids. If I had it my way, I would sleep all day, every day, just so I could dream about him. His voice was as smooth and clean as the lightly falling rain that never came to Beverley Hills, California. His eyes were as bule, dark, and deep as the vast ocean. I merely wished to be with him longer. To feel him in my arms.
Suddenly he was gone. Someone else replaced his presence. A sharp pain came from the top of my head and apparently my stomach was now a trampolene.
"ME-RA!!!!!" a small loud voice yelled at me "Yous gots tos gets up!! The lights are on! Wakes up MERA!"
"Joey, give me ten minutes" I called trying to get my dream man back in my head
"Nos Mera, yous gots to play hockey wis me. Yous promised!"
"Yeah Mira, yous promised" laughed a familiar voice
"I could kill you No," I mumbled under my breath
"You would try, but you won't succeed" cried the familiar oval shaped face.
"I gave you fair warning" called my mother laughing from my bedroom door.
"Come on Mira if you don't get up how will I be able to give you my present?" No asked waving her shrugging her sholders, allowing her chocolate colored hair to freely fall down the crook of her back. Sometimes Mira envied Noelianna for her absolute beauty and level of intelligence, but then Mira always remembered the obvious and told herself it wasn't right to be jealous of someone who was born without arms.
"No...I don't need or want any presents. I just want sleep!"
"Come on Mira...I brought the War tape" No smiled as she uttered the hook
"You didn't" I suddenly sitting straight and glaring at my best friend "They don't even have a full contract yet. Dad's negociating a deal...they haven't even been inside the recording studio yet! How in the world to you have U2's War tape?"
"That's your present"
"What!" I yelled not hiding my obvious excitement "Gimme Gimme Gimme!"
No's laugh was sweeter than a bell and full of joy as she began "Not until you get out of bed sleepyhead"
"Okay" I replied jumping out of bed hurrying towards my dressar "I'll meet you down stairs...just give me five mintues okay?"
"See you down stairs" No said as she ushered Joey out of my room and towards the stairs.
As soon as No left I hurried over to my red and orange colored rug. As I lifted the rug I began to look for the loose wood floor board. When I saw the ketchup stain in the shape of a heart I lifted the board. I reached down and grabbed my sketch book. It was battered from all the years of use but still pretty. I labeled my sketch book "Sweet Dreams" because that was all it was about...my dreams. As quickly as I could I flipped through the pages until (towards the back) I found a blank page. I grabbed my favorite yellow pencil with a Sleeping Beauty sticker on it and began to draw. I always drew first thing in the morning, otherwise I would forget the dream, and I never wanted to do that. If I had more time I would add color and more detail, but I did not have time so my sketch would have to work just the way it was.
"MIRA!!" yelled No, who was not the most patient person
"I'm comming!" I replied rushing to my closet to get a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. To be honest I prefered sleeping to fashion even though heiresses are supposed to be concered about the later. I looked at my drawing, staring at his face. I stared at him wondering if I would ever see him other than in my dreams. If I would ever see that beautiful black hair that seemed to graze his cheecks. Or that wonderfully toned and chissled olive skin. I hated wondering whether or not I would ever see him. Sighing not wanting to think about the man who always accompanied me in my dreams I closed my book and put it back in it's hiding spot.
Rushing down stairs I could see Noelianna, waiting comfortably on the couch. Of course No would feel comfortable here, this house was just as much hers as it was mine . While most of my other friends were too over whelemed by the beauty and vastness of my house, No had been here so many times, it did not look very interesting to her now.
"Okay" I called "I'm ready can I have my present?"
"Well it's about time" No stood up looking entirely pleased she no longer had to sit "I swear Mira you put the 'ow' in 'Slow'. How can you even stand it?"
"We can't all be as fast and connteced as Noelianna Hart" I smiled and then looked around and realized that something was missing "Where's the ball of energy you call your little brother?"
"Joey was only here to wake you up. I walked him back to the house" No explained, having your best friend live across the street was a posotive for many reasons, but having Joey as a wake up call was not one of them. "Your present is in the car. Tiffany and Katy are waiting"
"Okay, let's go"
"Now remember Mira" her mother called "You have to be home before 6. I don't want you out later than that"
"But Mom you said I could go to San Francisco for the weekend! You promised"
"I said that your father and I would talk about it. We did and we both agreed that four young woman going on a roadtrip by themselves is dangerous! A million things could happen in a city that size and I know you said that you would be with Katy's brother but honey I have never even met the man"
"I told you Mom he's 25 and is an eletrical engineer, he works for National. He has a 2 bedroom apartment in Union Square which is in the down town area. Plus Katy said you either have to have a key or know someone in the building to get inside"
"Does he have roomates? Is he going to be there at all or is he going to be working most of the time? Where does he work? What is his number? Does he have food?"
"Mom if you read the packet I made for you" I now walked towards the counter where a fairly large packet was laid "All your questions would be answered. This is a map of California and the exact route we're gonna take. It's high lighted and the circles are where we are going to take stops for food and gas. Were going on 101 because I have never seen the California coast. On the other side is a map of San Francisco, the spot that is circled is where Katy's brother lives. His name is Kyle Green. And no he does not have any roomates. He used to live in the apartment with his girlfriend but when the broke up he stayed in the apartment. He also doesn't need a roomate, he does pretty well at National. The next page is a letter that he wrote last month. He asked for time off so he could show us around San Francisco. His phone number is on the bottom of the letter so is his fax and pager. The next page is a letter I wrote to him explaining the route we are gonna take our phone number, address, and daddy's pager number if there is an emergency. On the very last page is a picture of Kyle, his sleeping patterns, social security number, past girlfriends, College records. Everything you want to know it's there Mom"
"You asked Mr. Hart to dig into private records again didn't you?" My mother's eyes were firece and angry because I did my homework. I knew my parents so well that I gave her every detail she could have wanted. I had her and she knew it, but she was not going to go down easy.
"I knew that you would be concerned about not meeting him in person so I asked Mr. Hart if he could do some research about him. I also asked Mrs. Green if she could also give some information about her son. I thought that since you wouldn't be able to meet him this would be a close second"
I could see my mother mauling it over. I think my mother sometimes hated how clever I was. She knew she had no valid reason to not allow me to go. I could see the struggle in her eyes. I looked over at No giving me an encouraging smile. This might just work I thought.
"No Mira" my mother finally spoke, it was as though a wrecking ball smashed right into my heart "I want you home by 6. And I don't want to hear another word on the matter"
"Why?" I nearly yelled frustrated beyond what words could express. "Why can't I go with my friends on a roadtrip? I have given you all the information that you need. Do you not trust me enough? Is that it?"
"No Mira you know your father and I trust your judgement"
"Then why can't I live my life!" I desperetly pleaded "I'm almost 16 and I had to beg you to allow me to go to high school! What normal teenager askes her parents permisson to go to high school?"
"We provided you with excellent tutors, some might I add are now professors at UCLA"
"Yes, I have knowledge that most adults do not achieve until College. But other than No, I have never had a friend Mom. I have been locked inside this house for as long as I can remember. I have never asked you to keep me in this house like some bird in a cage but I am begging you Mom please let me got to San Francisco!"
"Samaire you know why we can't do that"
"Because your afraid I'm going to die! Yes, I know mother, you have drilled that through my brain since I was six. But I could die at any moment and I am going to die never knowing what life is like. Please, let me go to San Francisco!"
"I said no Samaire! That means no, it doesn't mean I'll think about it, it means no. That is my answer and if you keep it up I will put you back in homeschool. I will even make sure that No will not be able to visit"
That blew me over the top. Once again I could feel the imaginary chains grasp strengthen around my neck. I hated my parents for putting me in this situation. I hated them for trying to control me when they both knew I wasn't someone who could be controlled.
"I'd like to see you try" I hissed back at my mother, I grabbed my duffel bag and opened the door and signaled No to follow. "I'll see you when I get back Mom"
Even through the closed door I could hear my mother yell "SAMAIRE ROSAMOND HENRY!" she only used my full name when she was really angry.
No and I rushed to the tiny black beettle that was parked in the front of my driveway. In the drivers seat sat Katy and in shotgun sat Tiffany. They weren't my best friends, but they knew where the action was at.
"Start the car!" No and I yelled knowing my mother was running behind us...to bad she wasn't much of a runner.
The little bug roared to life and as Tiffany opened the door to let us in No and I jumped in the backseat, not once looking behind us.
"Go Go GO!!" I screamed at Katy and she hit on the gas. No and I looked at eachother, I was free. For a short moment of time I was free. No more fighting to go see a movie or begging to stop being homeschool. There was no worry, no fear, and no restrictions. The only thing there was left was the road ahead and I couldn't wait to begin the journey. I helped No put on her seat belt. As I did so I turned back and saw my mother.
The last time I saw my mother so distressed was when she realized she lost yet another baby, but this was worse. My mothers eyes, my eyes, were red and puffy from the tears she cried. Her hands were over her head as though she was trying to protect herself from some horrible event. I could tell she was having a hard time breathing, as though there just wasn't enough oxygen in the air. I stared at my mom all the way down the street until we took a right towards the free way. And that was the last time I saw my mother.

Intense right? Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it! Comments are appreciated. Hopefully someone is out there reading this.

Dare

Just Whistle While you work

a short story of magic and perfect timing.

Just Whistle While You Work
by Dare

"I mean it Quiely" my mother sternly stated "If this room is not clean by the time I get home--which will be in 15 minutes--you will not be allowed to go to that party tonight"
With out another word from either party my mother left, closing the door behind her. I stared at my room. There was no way I could clean it in time. My flower quilt was on the floor and my rose colored sheets were lying across my bed. Dust covered my wodden floor. Unnecessary junk that I could not throw away spread all across my dresser. My dressar drawers were open with my clothes spilling out of them. Books were also lying along the floor. That didn't include the clothes, shoes, and homework papers that also lived on my floor. I don't even want to explain the horrendous condition of my bathroom and closet.
I just stared at the room for a long time. Just trying to understand the mess. I mainly stared at my bed. I kept wishing they would straigten and tighten to the bed. I kept imagining my quilt lifting off of the ground and placing itself on my bed. Imagining my pillows floating to my bed post and lay themselves on the top where I would rest my head. I just stared at my bed, not even knowing what I was doing. I turned to my radio--I needed to listen to music--while still thinking about my bed. I let the music fill the air as I danced around waving my hands in the air. I kept imagining my quilt lifting off the ground as I turned and moved with the music. When the song was over and a Shane Company commerical came on I turned to make my bed. But to my astonishment, it had already happened.
Just as I imagined my sheets were in their propper place. My quilt was on my bed completely straight. My pillows were all settled at the top of my bed. It was perfect. Not a sheet was out of place. How had that happened?
I knew I did not make the bed earlier because I did not want to and was procrastinating. I thought that possibly Charlie made my bed (he was always willing to help out). Then I remembered that Charlie could barely reach the top of my bed let alone make it...he is only three after all. I tried to remember what I did or said that might have made my bed. I then remember just thinking about my bed. How much I hoped that it would make itself. I knew it was crazy and stupid and unlikely to happen but I consintrated on my pillow. I just focused on my pillow rising ever so slightly off my bed. I kept thinking of my red pillow lifting off my bed and gliding to me. I then twirled my index finger, it couldn't hurt anything. As my finger twirled my pillow also twirled on the bed. I then stopped...scared of what I had just seen. Just as I stopped so did the pillow. I took a deep breath reminding myself that I should not be afraid. I concentrated on the pillow once more and as I concentrated I raised my hands in the air. The pillow lifted as I raised my hands. I smiled excited that I had finally accoplmished something. I then drew my arms close to my body and my small red pillow zoomed into my arms before I could close them.
I then stared at the books on the floor and thought about putting them on the shelf. I concentrated really hard thinking about the book rising off the ground then hovering to my book shelf, placing itself next to The Merchant of Venice. The book was a little stubborn. It moved to the side, opened the front cover, but it wouldn't lift off the ground even though I raised my hands up to the air.
"UP!" I shouted and the book flew off the ground "Now put yourslef on the shelf!" And just as I finished the book had completed it's task. I then looked at the other books and "commanded" them to go on the shelf as well. Each one did. Before I knew it I realized I was commanding all the objects to move my way. I called the cleaning products to wipe my windows, dust my dressar, clean my toilet, sink, and shower. I had clothes flying downstairs to my laundrey basket. I had my shoes walk themselves to my closet. I was even able to get all the dust off the floor without using a broom or vacum. I just thought about putting all the dust in the garbage and there it was.
I could not ask different objects to do different tasks mainly because I had to focus so hard on one particular object doing one particular task. However, usually the task was done in seconds and I could move on to the next one rather quickly.
After I was all done, I looked at my room. Everything looked completely spotless. It was comepletly, totally, and utterly clean. I was able to see my beautiful hard wood floor for the first time in about 3 weeks. When I had finished admiring my room I looked at my Mooshu the dragon alarm clock.
3:08 pm...I still had seven minutes till my mother came home. Plenty of time to get ready for the party.

Well, hope you all liked it.
Dare

Smallville

So I am pretty much in love with Superman and Lois Lane. I am just about their biggest fan. It's one of my favorite T.V. shows and this year is it's last season. I am so sad that it is ending but at the same time 10 seasons is a long time to have a show be on the air. So without further adue I give you my Lois and Clark tribute (ohh and I do not own the characters I just worship them).

“Kent!” a flustered and breathless Lois Lane yelled while searching the explosive newsroom “Clark Kent, where the hell are you?”
“I’m right here Miss. Lane” called a familiar voice
Lois turned and saw her ‘partner in crime’ the dorky Clark Kent. He was a tall innocent farm boy who traveled all the way to Metropolis to become a reporter. How Lois got stuck with the clumsy four-eyes she would never know. Especially considering he always seemed to disappear.
“Where the hell have you been?” Lois shouted “I’ve been calling you for the past 10 minutes!”
“Yeah, I can see that Lois” Clark replied showing his devilishly handsome smile “What is the emergency?”
“Perry called for an immediate staff meeting” Lois explained
“Staff meeting” Kent looked confused “About what?”
“About what!” Lois nearly screamed “ about this new high flying, super-strong hero! That’s what the meeting is about. I swear Kent for a reporter you are not very observant”
“What has he done recently that would attract this much press?” Clark asked sounding surprised
“Well aside from saving me” Lois reasoned seeming very defensive for a man she literally just met “He saved 5 people in a burning building before the firemen could even get there! And do you know what else?”
“No and nor do I care” Clark replied “But it seems I am going to find out anyway”
This was invitation enough for Lois to explain the juicy gossip she just received.
“Well, rumor has it that this man can’t be killed”
“What?” Clarks shock was actually genuine, he did not believe that the people would realize so soon that he was indestructible. “What do you mean he can’t be killed?”
“According to these whit nesses” Lois then showed Clark pictures of the victims from the fire “there were no burns on his body and yet he was right in the middle of the fire. Clark this man could go to the core of the sun and not be affected by it”
“Unless the sun actually fueled his powers” Clark said before realizing the mistake he had made
“Yeah, I guess that could be a possibility Kent” luckily Lois only thought it was a bright suggestion “You know Kent for being an annoying moron, you’re pretty smart and have some good insight. I think you’re right about the whole sun enhancing powers possibility. It would make a whole lot more sense if this guy was just some superhuman than someone who gets a kick out of dressing up in a costume and saving people. He most certainly isn’t your average Joe or plain Jane like you and me”
“Lois” Clark then grabbed her hand and pulled Lois in much closer than she ever though she could handle and as much as she wanted to pull away she realized that she enjoyed being close to Clark “you are anything but plain”
“Awww” Lois said while playfully punching Clark in the arm. She was surprised to realize that her fist had a small twinge of pain. Who knew farm boy Kent was so sturdy? “Thanks Kent. But, seriously Perry is going to have both our heads on a silver platter if we do not head over to the conference room right now!”
Lois then started pushing Clark out the newsroom and toward the crowded conference room. Most of the Daily Planet’s employees where already seated at the table with Perry White, the editor and chief of the Daily Planet, at the head of the table. With, as usual, a sour expression on his face. Clark and Lois tried their best to not stand out as they quietly entered the conference room, considering they were the last ones to enter the meeting.
“Well” called a raspy old voice “glad to see you two could finally join us Lois and Clark. Why don’t you two have a seat?”
“Yes chief” was all the two could say as they found two seats that were in close proximity to Perry. As Lois took her seat next to Clark she realized at that moment that she would never have her own career. She would always be matched with her clumsy, goofy, dorky partner. To be forever known as Lois and Clark.

Well there it is...hope you all liked it.

Dare

Hello

Do you ever have all these story ideas but never put them down? Well I have about a million of them. I like to joke that my brain has an ongoing imagination. It's quite incredible how much can inspire me. So every day I am going to write or post a new story that I have written. I am excited about this blog and I hope you all enjoy my stories.
For the first story I am going to post will be a chapter of a novel I am writing. I am quite fond of it so please DON'T STEAL IT!!! It is my story and I hope to one day publish it. Thank you all

A Timeless Dream

by Dare

Chapter 1: The Fortune

I was six when I was told I was going to die. Well, I guess technically I was five. It was the night before my sixth birthday and to celebrate my parents decided to take me to a carnival, in France. My father was to be in Europe for the whole month of June and would be unable to attend my birthday. Seeing how upset I was when he told me he would be gone for a whole month he decided that my mother and I should come along to Europe with him. Since I was not in school, it was a perfect time to go. Since my father did have a very important conference in Paris on my birthday. My parents decided to celebrate by birthday the night before at the Carnival and--since my father would be finished working during the evening--on my birthday have dinner at the Effiel Tour. I do not remember the Notre Dame, or the lovely stained glass windows it has. I do not remember the Chatues we stayed at or the creme buele. I do not even remember the Effiel Tour and the huge birthday cake I recived as "Happy Birthday" was sung in beautiful french. The one thing I do remember, that will always be in my brain forever more is the Carnival.
There were so many beautiful objects to look at in the Carnival. An explosion of color filled the dull lighted sky. Every where I turned there was something new and more enticing to look at. Clowns with their faces painted white and their hair and curly blue color seemed to stand 10 ft tall. Beautiful music played endlessly. I danced with my father for what seemed like hours. For one breef moment, I left my parents and went into the woods to follow a floating light. My mother caught me and scolded me, telling me I can not wonder off. Especially in a forgein country. When she asked me what I was thinking I told her I wanted to see where the floating light was going. She smiled and we walked together in the woods. Not that far away from the many flashing lights there was a small meadow filled with floating lights. My mother told me that the floating lights were actually bugs called Fireflies. I ran the meadow chasing the fireflies. This whole place seemed so magical and wonderful to me. It was as though it came right out of a fairytale.
When my mother and I finally returned from the Firefly meadow my father had told me it was time to return to the hotel. I knew that it was comming. I knew I would have to eventually leave. I just didn't want to. I did not whine or complain because I knew my parents would never do something like this for me ever again if I behaved badly. I did not want to leave but I knew if I ever wanted to return to this magical place I had to be on my best behavior. As we were walking toward the exit I saw a booth that drew me in like a magnet.

MADAME MARGO

SEER OF THE FUTURE

The sign was old, but still extremely lovely with the beautiful border of red and gold. It was hard to take my eyes off of it. There was no one there--almost everyone had already left--except for an old woman sitting infront of the booth. Her black hair that was begining to turn white, not gray, was tied in a braided bun. Her oval shaped face was wrinkled but not severly for she was still quite lovely. Her eyes were lovely, with an almost turquise color. I looked at her with a great and undenying interest. It seems as though the feeling was mutual.
"You little one" the lady called in perfect English "please come here"
I looked at my spectical parents. They really did not believe in the power of fortune telling. "Can I Mommy please?" I asked praying they would agree.
"Mira" my mother--who face resembled one of an angel with her lovely long blonde hair and kind blue eyes--told "It is way past your bed time. You promised you would leave nicely honey. You need to go to sleep if you want to go to the special dinner tomorrow. Daddy and I will not take you if you misbehave"
I hung my head, knowing my mother was right. I did promise I would leave when told and that I would not complain about it. However, I could not shake the feeling that this woman knew something about me. As though she had this deep connection to some part of me that I was completely unaware of. As I started to walk again with my parents the lady spoke once again.
"Do not worry Richard and Rose" the lady called as my parents faces took the form of shock "I am curious with your lovley 'Dawning Sun' she has a great future ahead and I would be honored to see what it might possibly be. She will be in no harm with me"
"May we come with her?" my father asked "I believe that is a fair compromise"
She nodded in agreement and called "This way please". As she told us my parents and I followed the lady into the booth. From the outside, the place had looked so small and crowded; however, once inside there was loads of room. Everything was so spacious. She lead us to the main room which had a small table with four chairs around it. The lady sat in a very elaborate and inticate chair. Compeletly made of wood, it was carved to look as though the whole milkyway was on the chair. My parents sat in two big wooden chairs as well. My father's chair was to look like the ocean--third to only my mother and I the ocean is my fathers great love. My mother's chair took the shape of a rose, her favorite flower and her name. My chair was small, the perfect size for me, and showed the rising sun that filled the sky.
"May I look at your hands sweet Mira?" the lady asked after we were all settled down.
"My mommy says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers" I replied.
"Ohh Mira" she laughed "We are not strangers but if it makes you feel more comfortable; and I can see it will, my name is Madamde Margo. You sweet Mira may call me Miss. Margo"
"I guess" I said "Now that I know your name we're not stangers anymore" My mother shook her head.
"No" Miss. Margo replied "No, we are not strangers any more. So may I see your palm?"
I gave her my tiny little hand. She grabbed it and turned it over. She began to trace her fingers along the lines of my palm. She kept staring looking over the lines.
"You have a very kind heart" she began "Though you have grown up with wealthy means you are not selfish. You are strong minded and will have a sharp tounge. You will have a lovely singing voice. A voice that will insist to be heard. Beauty will also be a great attribute to you" She smiled tracing the line again "Though I can see that you will be blinded by your own loveliness."
She then looked at the line that was closest to my thumb. Her face suddenly changed. She looked confused and slightly apprehensive. She repeated tracing the line as though she was hoping she was reading the line wrong.
"What is it?" my father demanded, he too could see the sudden change in Miss. Margo.
"Richard and Rose Henry" she finally spoke "I am sorry to say that your years of hoping were to go to waste. The many years you waited for your 'Dawning Sun' were apparently not required."
"What do you mean?" asked my mother wrapping her arms around me. Holding me close as though she was afraid I was going to vanish.
"You see this?" she asked holding palm infront of both my parents pointing to the line nearest my thumb. When they nodded in agreement she continued "That is your daughters life line. As you can see, it is short. Your daughter does not have much longer to live"
"How much longer?" my mother asked
"Ten years precisely." Miss. Margo answered "Her kind heart will lead to her death. A large force is comming straight for her. The collision is too great for her to survive"
"Wait a moment" my father was now standing, he was no longer hiding his fury "You just told my daughter she had a bright future and now you are telling me that her life is going to be ended in ten years? Which one is it?"
"That is why I am confused" Miss. Margo confessed "You daughter is a very unique and special child. I sensed that she is destined for greatness; however, there is no mistaking her short lifeline. "
"Are you sure she is to die so soon?" my mother pleaded, her eyes filled with tears.
"I do not believe I am wrong" Miss. Margo replied "However, it never hurts to call for a second pair of eyes. Chantal, can you come here for one moment?"
In an instant a lovely young lady with long black hair entered the room. Her olive skin seemed to glow in the dull lighted room. Her sweet mouth patient and kind. "What is it Mommy?" called Chantal.
"Can you please read this young one's palm?" Miss. Margo asked
"Why?" Chantal looked confused "None of your predictions have ever been wrong. Why do you need my help?"
"This is one prediction I do not want to come true. "
"What did you see?" Chantal asked
"I feel that this young girl is destined for a great love; however, as i traced her lifeline I saw blood, so much blood. I saw dead legs and a young woman lying in a hospital bed and never awakening. I am very confused as to how this can be, when I was so sure she is to have a solid future."
The lovely young woman knelt down and took my hand. She smiled "I too sense greatness in her, I can foresee a bonding and everlasting love ". She looked closer at my hand.
"Were you wearing your glasses when you traced her life line?"
"I believe so" Madame responded now looking around the table for them "I could of sworn...they were just here! Where are they? Oh here they are!" she explained picking up a pair of spectacles from the floor. "Why do you ask my dear?"
"Because I do not see death, as least not so early."
"What do you mean by that?" my mother inquired
"Death is a part of life" Chantal replied "Though life always changes; death and birth are the two activities in a persons life that will always remain constant. Your daughter will die one day it just will not be in ten years"
"Are you sure?" Madame Margo stated
"Yes" Chantal sternly confirmed bringing my hand towards my parents showing them my lifeline "see, the life line does not vanish but simply forms another line to the side, as though it were separate from her death. That line is quite long"
"So she will have a long life" my father sounded relieved
"Not necessarily" Chantal interviened "What Madame Margo envisioned is true. You're daughter will be involved in a terrible collision. It is her unwavering and good natured heart that will cause her to act on this prophecy. She will not die, but sleep"
"Sleep?" my parents asked in unison with both fear and confusion in there voice.
"Yes" Chantal confirmed "She will be unable to wake up. Though others will convince you to take drastic actions you must now know that she will hear you. She will hear your pleading calls and your agony; she just will be unable to respond to you. Others will be jealous because it is during this time that her beauty will grow. Though her mind will develop, her phyical appearance will not change."
"Meaning" my mother pieced "That she will not age? Or at least she will not look her age"
"No she will not" Chanel confirmed
"How long will I sleep?" I finally asked. My eyes looked straight into Miss. Margo's turqoise eyes pleading to know what my own fate was to be. "How will I be able to wake up?"
"The time..." Miss Margo started after a long pause "Will depend on the man wearing a purple jacket."
"Why?" I continued "Why does it depend on him? Why won't my parents be able to wake me up?"
"Because he is your future" Chantel replied almost furious "He is your destiny. The only one who can save you from yourself. The one person who knows you better than you know yourself. Who loves you for who you are and is not ashamed of that love. Your parents do love you emmensely. However, they are eachothers great love. This is the time when you will need to find yours. Unfortunately, he may not know that you two belong together. It will be your job to convince him."
"How will I be able to convince him if I am asleep?" I asked
"Ha ha ha" Miss. Margo laughed as she whispered to Chantel "Cette jeune dame est pleine des questions." This young lady is full of questions.
"Only because it has to do with my future" I replied
"You understand French, at such a young age" Miss. Margo was impressed "Pouvez-vous le parler ?" Can you speak it?"Pas très bien". Not very well I replied. "Please, how will I be able to convince him that he is mine if I am asleep?"
"You will know how" Chantal replied "When the time is right, you will find a way to reach him. And I believe he will find a way to reach you too"
The rest of the evening is a blur. I believe my parents asked some more questions. They did not trust Miss. Margo and asked how could they tell that Miss. Margo was telling the truth. Miss. Margo said that in 4 months my mother was to be pregnant once more; however like so many others the baby will not be strong enough to live. Just as Miss. Margo said around 4 months later my mother told me I was no longer to be a only child. Though also as Miss. Margo predicted within 2 months my mother lost the baby. That day when my parents realized that Miss. Margo had been correct they began to truly fear for my life. I was no longer free to do anything, I was trapt in a cage for the rest of my days. Even if the prophecy was not true it had become obivious that I no longer had a life, at least not one that I was living.

Well what did you think? I hoped you liked it. Tell me if you want to see the next chapter or a different story. Till tomorrow.

Dare