Chapter 2

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The next morning I wake up sweaty and panicked, but not remembering the dream that had me scared like that. I awake the same way as usual, getting up and heading over to the cracked mirror. I stare straight into my own eyes noticing the black ring around the rest of my green eyes. I turn away and put on the green shirt Emma had given me yesterday, and the camo coat. I had stayed up past sunset last night packing up the necessities of my belongings, making sure to keep the old photos of my sister and I. After grabbing the bags and loading them into the bottom of my mother’s wheelchair I run inside to check on my mother and try to leave.

“Is this lipstick too bright on me?” She says in a squeaky voice batting her eyelashes.

“Um, of course not mother, its lovely.” I smile politely as I gather her up and carefully guide her outside to her wheelchair, making sure to lock the front door behind me. As I push mother’s wheel chair down the path some of the dirt gets spewed up into the air.

“Rain! Kameron! It’s raining! Get me my parasol, now!” I grin and grab her parasol from the underneath of the wheelchair, open it, and hand it to her. Even though the parasol hits me in the face every few seconds I find it better than being complained at because of the “rain”. We approach Jenny’s house after 30 minutes of walking. The door opens as we start walking up the cobblestoned walkway.

“Earthquake!!”  Mother responds with from feeling the rather bumpy ground beneath us.

“Oh Mary, there is no earthquake, just the ground!” Jenny calmly says.

“OH!” Mother squeals.

“Kameron, I assume you must be leaving now?” Jenny says politely.

“Yes Madam, I should probably get going.” I say in my politest voice.

“Well, no worries, I’ll take care of your mother from here, right Mary?” She turns to Mother who wildly giggles and nods her head.

“I shall be off then, Thank you, Jenny.” I say sincerely. She nods as I grab my backpack from the underneath of Mothers wheelchair, and quickly turn down the cobblestone road towards the train station. I am confident that Mother will not figure out that I’m leaving. I’m sure Jenny will tell her otherwise if she asks.

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