Outside of the pool, Sara screamed. The blood was so tempting, and her friend was swimming in it, and drowning, and Jammin' had kissed her, and the world seemed to crash down upon her all at once with the force of a tsunami. She slowed her breathing for a moment and looked about her, she had to save Ria without entering the pool. As Ria sank below the water, Sara's eyes landed on Rannolia. She was standing on the diving board with her palms down, looking overwhelmed. Sara could faintly remember hearing her laugh as she entered, along with Molly's and Sabina's. She then noticed that they stood behind her laughing. Sara ran toward where Rannolia stood at the other end of the pool house screaming at her to stop. The laughs ceased.
"CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? SHE IS DROWNING!" Sabrina and Molly looked like scandolously clad fish, mouths agape, but still bringing across the sense of being genuinely concerned. It took only a heartbeat for them to both realized the danger of Rannolia's joke,
"Ohmygod! She is!" Molly cried, Sabrina pitched into Sara's pleas,
"You have to stop this Rannolia! Please! Turn it back to water!"
"I can't!" Rannolia understood now, and she screamed the truth, tears in her eyes,
"I... oh god... I can't!" Sara, stopped where she was and yelled at them,
"Can any of you swim?" screams of no erupted from the mouths of the wretches, Sara was shocked, but had no time to respond.
"Oh God! Okay, Sabrina, run and get Benjamin, he's out in the pool, Molly, go get a teacher, and Rannolia, you have to try to turn this blood to water now. I'm going in." and with that, Sara jumped into her fear head on.
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Ami didn't know where to go now. Pool was out, she had had enough library time for the day (as much as she loved books), and soccer would suck without Danny, my boyfriend... tingles ran up and down her spine. The necklace was cool on her throat as she grasped it. So much had happened. So much change. Maybe she should go back to her dorm, she thought, write it all out. That's what she had always done when changes happened.
She started her way to the dorm. As she entered her room, still empty, she pulled the black-leather journal out from underneath her winter sweaters and grabbed her quill-pen. Floating up to her bed, she propped up her pillow against the wall and cracked open the book, worn with age. Each page was a memory, a lost hope, a change, her past. She had somehow managed to keep it and her quill pen through her time at T.E.A.R.S. labs (Talents Education And Reproduction Study labs), and had been able to record valuable information as to their inside operations and herself. She opened to the dedication,
Ami,
I have been writing in a journal for as long as I can remember, I have been able to store my hopes and dreams through all of my life, and now, read them and reminisce. I wish that you can have the ability to look back, to laugh and cry, to rekindle hopes and dreams, and relive all the steps of your life that made you. I love you so very much.
Always and forever...
Mom.
YOU ARE READING
Simple Talents
Fantasy"Everyone on the planet has a talent", some can sing, some can do math at amazing speeds, some can get away with just about anything, but what happens when you are too good at what you do? You can sing so beautifully that people will follow you blin...
