☾~Lσst in A Dream~☽

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"Are you sure you've got everything you need for London?" my mom asks, sounding tense at the question. But on the inside, she's rather nervous and slightly fearful. It's 8:00 a.m. here in Roanoke, Virginia. I've always liked how peaceful and quiet-natured it is here in my neighborhood - especially in the mornings.0

"Awhh! I appreciate how much you care for me, Mom - you Siriusly Black have no idea how much. But yes, all packed up and set for 2 weeks in London, and I can't wait!" I reply back, hand gesturing to my three suitcases in the presence of our living room. You may think that three suitcases are a bit much for one person but let me elaborate for you; One is filled with clothes, one is for my bed stuff to ensure sleeping PERFECTION, and one carry-on bag for random things I do; drawing, music, schoolwork, and the NECESSITY, reading Keeper of the Lost Cities! "Wait. Onnnnnnnn second thought, I think I can fit my carry-on stuff in my backpack. Be right backsies!" I dash back upstairs to my bedroom, almost slipping and crashing to the floor, courtesy of my socks. What I would GIVE to have unslippery and stiff floors! "I'm fineeee~!"

My mom sighed. "Oh boy... do you really think it's okay for Kat to go to London BY HERSELF, mind you, despite being only a 14-year-old?" I hear her ask to my dad.

"ONLY 14 years old?!" I yell down from upstairs. "ExCUSE me, but I am 14 years and 363 days old! In my opinion, that should definitely be old enough for a trip just for two weeks. You're lucky that I'm not staying there for the rest of ETERNITY, MOM!"

"She's partially right, you know," my dad backs me up, feeling... hmm...  proud for some apparent reason? While my mom is now feeling extra finnicky. Totally not for me. "I mean, at some point in life she has to get the hang of adulting, and what better time is to do so than now? Besides, my little girl is growing up so fast!" He pretends to wipe his eyes dramatically and sniffle, only that seemed more real, only because it's thirty-two degrees here, and that's pretty cold. "I've never been so proud!"

Boy is THAT a HUGE UNDERSTATEMENT.

 Whenever there's a cricket match going on the TV, my dad SIRIUSLY BLACK screams at the TV "YESSSSSSSSSSSSS LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO INDIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! COME ON, COME ON, COME O- YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" and oh my god PLEASE save my head from sending his HEAVY FEELINGS - not that I don't benefit from them, but let me clear it out for you.

See, I believe I'm an Empath, just like Keefe Sencen (be still, my ♡) and Stina Heks (meh. just meh.)  from Keeper of the Lost Cites. Empaths are able to listen to everyone's feelings, but it's more like they HAVE to without a choice. Part of being an Empath is AWESOME, but WE feel what OTHERS feel. We benefit from positive emotions, but the negative emotions are like weapons that slice us on the inside. So, you may be thinking, "But isn't your dad's feelings, like, pride and joy? A lot of it? ("yes.") Then why does it still "hurt" if they're positive emotions, last time I checked?" and you have the right to assume that! It doesn't hurt a lot; it just gives a slight heave in yourself. Well... that's only with normal-sized positive emotions. With my dad-sized positive emotions, it's like feeling a whole lotta pressure when your bestie tells you a suuuper juicy secret. And at those times, I am NOT in the mood for it.

I slid down the railway of the stairs with my backpack strapped on. "I mean, I did learn from the best, if I do say so myself." I winked at them with a glint in my other eye, flashing a cocky smile.

"Yeah, well, remember that the best also counts me too, you know," another voice jumps into the conversation. It was my sister, Kit.

 She's usually asleep at this hour, snug as a bug in a rug. And if I tried to wake her up the usual way I do it (me opening her room door, saying "moew," [pronounced "Mao"] {our language that only we know of and speak it with English, no further explanation.} which signaled as "warning: I'm gonna turn the lights on right now, so brace yourself!" and flipped the lights on, she'd give a cry of the "blinding" light and be grumpy for the morning, but that would quickly go away when I talk KotLC this and KotLC that), she'd still be in bed when I flipped the lights off and left. But maybe this was the last time I'd see her in a while, so she came to see me. You don't think...?

"Came to see your adorable lil' sissy before she ditches you guys?" I laughed. "You jelly?"

"Eh, not really."

"Oh - and why's that?"

"I mean, I've been dying to go to London like Dad did for University. Buttttt in a month I get to go to Iceland, soo~ yeah."

"Well, I get to see Big Ben! And The London Eye! AND EVEN-"

* HOOOOOOOONK! *

"KAT!! GIRLIE! CMONNNNN, WE CAN'T BE LATE!"

Those were my friends, Anabella, Bella, Lilly, Madison, and Holly. We befriended each other at a random time during lunch in eighth grade. We just happened to sit nearby each other, and we talked, laughed, and did everything friends did ever since!

"I guess that's my cue to leave!" I hugged my parents and gave my sister a cheesy looking salute.

"Do you have your phone with you?" my mom asks.

"Yep. I got it right here." I pointed to my pocket in my pants.

"You call us the second you can. I'll miss you, kiddo." my mom looked away, tears watering her eyes.

"Mom," I waited for her to look at me again. "Don't worry, it'll only make me feel more worrisome for myself. So just do the Mom Thing that you're so good at and I'll be fine!" I chose my wording very carefully so that I wouldn't spill it that I'm an Empath. On second thought, I doubt my parents would know what an Empath is. My sister would; She's the only who introduced me to Keeper of the Lost Cities! And now, I pretty much know and talk about it WAY more than she does. "Luna, are you ready?" I asked my kitty. Luna is a Nebelung Cat, and they're friendly and kind, but that's not precisely why I wanted one. If you've read Harry Potter, everyone has a Patronus, and mine is a Nebelung Cat. We met someone who had an Animal Shelter with cats, and Luna was my perfect match.

Luna mewed excitedly in her carrier, and I could Siriusly Black feel her excitement in her heart. Also like Keefe, I can read animal's emotions too! 

I turned to the door and headed outside, suitcases and Luna clutched in my hands (with a little bit of help).

"Sorry for the holdup, guys! Now, what are we waiting for?" I matched all six of our excitement racing in our hearts as we drove to the airport.

It was time to see what was in store for us.

In store for what we had in the future.

We had a huge group hug when we split to our separate gates, as I headed to the gate for London, England.

"Take care, guys! I'll see you really soon, I hope. Remember to keep us all posted on Snap!!"

After all the goodbyes and salutations, a pain churned in my head and in my heart.

The emotions of every single person on the plane.

And in the public, in general.

It was the worst thing I've ever felt.

Something I would have to get used to for a while.

Oh boy. Please send help.

DISCLAIMER: Keefe Sencen and Stina Heks are from Keeper of the Lost Cities by Shannon Messenger, so they are not my original characters!