Chapter Four

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            Chapter Four

I stopped blinking my eyes as we came through the portal. I had gotten us home. Only it was raining. Corin took off her helmet and looked at me.

"Stop crying! Your going to cause a storm! Your emotions will over run you!"

I tried to calm myself down. The storm went away as my tears stopped running.

"Sorry."

 I said. I watched as she shook her head and looked around.

 "Where are we?"

I looked around. I saw a brick house with a picket fence surrounding it. There was a swig set on the side of the front yard a pool, and basketball court in the back.

"Home."

 I said releasing my breath.

 "This is not Altus!"

She shouted back at me.

 "I know! I know, I guess when I was thinking of home I thought about this place, Where I was born. Where I was happy. My home."

 I looked down trying to control my emotions. I felt as Corin's hand patted my back.

"Listen, I'm sorry I'm being so hard on you. It's just we don't have enough time for me to teach you everything that I know. Were in serious danger. We have to find Kerrari. She will be able to help us."

 I nodded my head.

 "Let me see if I can do it."

I looked up at her confused.

"Shouldn't you be able to? I mean you've known about this secret the longest, you've had more time to practice and control it. So shouldn't you be able to open portals?"

 I asked.

 Slowly Corin stood up and faced the motorcycle, picking up her helmet. I saw a tear drop escape.

"I can, It's just.. When I need to go home.. I. I.. Uh."

 She paused taking in a breath.

"Home is where the heart is, and My heart is dead."

 I saw as a tear threatened to edge over the rim of her eye, but she fought it back. Putting her helmet back on.

"Hold on tight."

she said

"It will be a bumpy ride."

As we started to take off,I closed my eyes, Thinking about Corin's last statement over and over again in my head.

"Home is where the heart is, and My heart is dead."

 What could she have meant by this? If her heart was dead, then wouldn't she be dead? Or could we not die?

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