~Chapter 2~

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I take deep breaths and calm myself down. I have to stop. I stop writing and I put my journal back in the box.

I had a vision and a bad feeling that tomorrow is the day that my secret comes out. I saw my mom finding my box with the journal in it and her reading it. I also saw myself being sent away to somewhere but I can't figure out where it could be.

Although lucky for me fate can be changed. So I hid the box somewhere else, under my bed. So then I jumped back on my bed only to get another vision that my mom would find it.

Frantically I jump of my bed and grabbed the box from out under my bed. I then hid on a shelf in my closet behind my clothing rack. I then got another vision.

I tried hiding it in my desk drawer, in the corner of my closet, in my hamper, under my pillow, it was no use every where I hid it my mom would find it.

I start to panic why can't my fate be changed? I've always known that you can change your fate, but why can't mine change?

Why is this happening? I thought that since I was a psychic I was supposed to understand why things happen, but this has me stumped.

I have to go to sleep it's almost 12:00. I throw the box on the top shelf of my closet because no matter what my box would be found. I throw myself on my bed and squeeze my eyes shut trying hard to fall asleep. I eventually drift away into a deep sleep.

I wake up and I can hardly breathe. I look at my clock it's 6 am perfect timing I didn't even set my alarm. Last night I had dream I saw visions of the Golden Gate Bridge, huge hills, streets filled with Victorian houses, and there was this whitish-gray Victorian house with a black metal gate surrounding it and on the gate the was a sign that said Miss Harrington's School For Special Girls. Inside the house a school for all girls was set up in there. There was rooms set aside for teaching and student and teacher sleeping quarters. Then it hit me.

This place I saw in my vision that I was being sent away to was in my dream. This place was a school, located somewhere that had the Golden Gate Bridge, huge hills, and streets filled with Victorian houses.

I am going to San Francisco, California.

The only states I've been to South Carolina, where I live, North Carolina, Georgia, and Florida,which is like nothing. I've never even seen the Pacific.

I take a deep breath and I have to pretend nothing is wrong and that I don't know anything. I can do this, I
can get through this.

I get out of my bed and start to get ready. I first do my makeup. I wear just a little bit of foundation, concealer, some powder, and I finish it off with some mascara and lip balm. I then choose an outfit. I picked out a jean jacket, with a solid gray tee shirt, a pair of black leggings, and pair of black paddock boots. I then straighten my long dirty blonde hair and I'm ready.

Once I'm finished my I step out my room and get breakfast. I go into the kitchen and pop a waffle in the toaster oven. I wait a few minutes until it the toaster oven beeps. I take the waffle out and bring it to my room. I check my phone while I eat my waffle when I'm done I go out to the kitchen to grab my lunch and head of too school. My dad is in there getting his lunch out of the fridge as well but he's on the phone with work thank god , so I don't have to talk to him. I grab my lunch and wave to my dad, to signify that I'm leaving and head out.

I start my car and I back out of our driveway. I drive to my school which is like 10 minutes away. I pull into the school parking lot and find a space to park. I step out of my car and I face my school and whisper to myself "One more day." I then start walking towards the school.

I go through the front entrance to my school I find my locker and get my books that I need and slam my locker shut. I turn around no wanders that are willing to stare for once. I smile to myself and head down the hallway to homeroom.

When I get there I take a seat and just sit there bored out of my mind and then the stupid school news come on thank god this is the last time I will ever have to watch it. Once that's over we have to wait for the first bell to dismiss us. Then then finally rings so I can get out of boring homeroom.

I then head to all my classes and by now it's lunch. I find a table to sit at by myself and I start to eat my sandwich that my mom packed the night before. So I'm just sitting there peacefully and then my stomach starts to hurt. I get a feeling that a teacher in like a minute or so is going to tell me I'm being dismissed early. Crap she found the journal. Oh great here comes the teacher I have to pretend I don't know anything. "Cora Stevens?" "Yes." "You are being dismissed early, so grab your things from your locker and head to the office." "Ok."

I pack my lunch and I get up and walk out of the lunchroom. I try hard to keep my emotions in as I walk down the hallway to my locker because all I can think about is being shipped away from home. I clean everything out of my locker because I'm not coming back to this hell hole ever again and I slam my locker as hard as I could and leave.

I walk down to the office and when I get there I sign my self out. I walk into the parking lot find my car. I get in my car and I throw my bag in the back. I back out and drive out of the school parking lot.

When I pull into my drive way my heart skips a beat because I know what's ahead. I walk into the house again being greeted by Walter I pet him quickly and nervously head up to the kitchen.

My mom is sitting on the couch in the living room, which is kind of a part of our kitchen since it's an open kitchen. When I step into the living room My mom looks over and I stand completely still and silent. She sighs with a smirk on her face and then says " I wish you told me sooner, I would of understood, I could of gotten you help sooner." "Well it's better late then never I guess." "You probably figured this out by now but your grandmother was a psychic too." "Yea I knew." "I didn't get any psychic abilities passed down from her but, always hoped you wouldn't get anything abilities, because it's dangerous. Which is why we have to send you off to learn more about what you are and learn to control your abilities. Your grandmother went to that school too. It's for the best Cora." "I know." "I called the school and they arranged a flight for you immediate arrival. You will leave the airport around 3 at our airport and arrive at around 5 their time and there will be a chauffeur that will take you to the school. Also you are flying on JetBlue. I will give you your boarding pass when we get there. So get packing now we leave in an hour. Also your dad will be home soon and don't worry about your car we will watch it while you're gone. Also I'm going to have to call the school and tell them to transfer your records." "Mom I know." "Oh yea sorry I forgot ." She smiles a little.

I drop my school bag in my room I then pull the cord that pulls down the attic steps. I head up there and grab my suit case. I fill it with every single thing I would need. By the time I'm done its about time to go when I get into the living room my dad is sitting on the couch. He glances over at me and I stand still. All I can say to him is "Sorry." He responds," Well it is what it is so there's nothing you can apologize for." My mom chimes in "well let's get moving we got to go!" I drag my suit case down the steps. Before entering the garage I pick up Walter and pet him good bye and then I continue into the garage. My dad opens up the trunk and I throw my suitcase in the back and I hop in the car and we're off. The airport is like 25 minutes away, so it's not too bad of a drive.

When we get to the airport my mom is in tears. I step out of the car to get my suit case and I hug both my parents I try to console my mom saying "It's for the best." " I know but I will miss you." "But I can still FaceTime or call you guys." "I know ,but still." "I have to go now." "Ok, but call me when you land." "I will." I start walking backwards "Bye love you." I say "Love you too." my parents both say. I then wave as they leave and I turn around and walk into the airport.

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