Chapter 5
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I looked at the time. It was 2:54. I should probably go and pick Rose up, I thought to myself. I told Kaitlin, and together we drove off to my sister's Elementary school, only 5 minutes away.
As I pulled in, I could already see Rose's face light up. She waved goodbye to her many friends, and started running towards my car. Of coarse, she had gotten her new pink dress all muddy, like she did every day. Her blond hair was perfectly fine though. Perfectly styled. She had wanted me to straighten her beautiful, thin hair this morning and I agreed. It looked even more beautiful after I straightened it. I wish my hair was that thin.I have to straighten my long brown hair every morning for what seems like forever until it gets that straight, but it still never lasts the whole day.
I pushed that matter aside, and ran up to Rose. She jumped up into my arms, with a big smile on her face and started telling me about her amazing day. Painting, playing games, all of that fun stuff you get to do in grade 2, but not in Grade 10. I listened to her many stories and laughed along with her. Kaitlin joined in on the fun. She pushed her long, dark brown curly hair out of her face and told Rose some of her funny stories from when she was in Grade 2.
As we turned onto the top of our street, I pulled over to the side. I let Rose race down the road, as she did every day. I always let her win. I slowly drove down the road in the car and watched as Rose ran down.
She made it to the house. She danced up and down and raced up the front steps. She complained that I was taking too long in the car, and that she needed the key to the house. Kaitlin jumped out of the car and threw the key to Rose. Problem solved! She opened the front door with a huge smile on her face. She always makes my day when I see her smile.
I pulled the car into the driveway, and carried my purse up to the house. I told Rose that Kaitlin and I had some serious homework that we needed to talk about, so she agreed she wouldn't disturb us. (Well, part of that deal was that she needed a chocolate chip cookie. So I went into the kitchen and grabbed another cookie for her from the cupboard. Wow. Being a seven year old would make life so much easier.)
I took my light brown ugs off in the hallway, and then- Whoa. A thought just occurred to me. That whole scene of Rose running up the steps with her pink dress and blond hair fluttering behind her was exactly what I had seen about four and a half hours earlier. Had I really seen the future? That seemed impossible when I said it out loud. "Future." No. It couldn't be. Actually, yes- I corrected myself. It could be. With all this stuff that has been going on today and last night, it could just maybe be real. Kaitlin having that feeling and reliving the past like a broken record, me seeing that vision yesterday, and now this.
Kaitlin recognized my "confused thinking face" right away. I explained to her what I had just realized. As Kaitlin's mouth opened to say somethingbut she stopped when we heard a huge "thump!"
I walked into the hallway, and saw that the mail had come. I looked through past all of my parents bank bills and receipts and all that crap, and then I found one addressed to me, and to Kaitlin. Um, how did anyone know that Kaitlin was here? Whatever. I brought the letter into the living room and showed Kaitlin. The envelope was all black, with dark purple swirls around the edges. The writing was in white and in fancy cursive. (How do people write that neat?) I looked in the top left corner to see if anyone had bothered to write who it was from, but there was nobody. I opened it and pulled the letter out.
"Dear Kaitlin Davies and Ashley Andrews~
We have been notified from previous schools that you two have very high grades and are marvelous students. This is a letter from The Western High School of The Chosen. We would greatly appreciate if both of you could attend this wonderful boarding school located in Miami. I cannot give you the direct address, because this school is only for "The Chosen", and we would not like other people claiming your identity and marching into the school. We'll explain all of that later.
