Morphed

six: i need some air

"your mind is a garden,
your thoughts are the seeds.
you can grow flowers,
or you can grow weeds."
AGHHH I COULDNT WAIT TO POST ITTTTT

The end of the school day comes a little too quickly for my liking. I'm not as prepared as I should be. But I can't be any more ready considering I'm already standing outside of the school, waiting for the mysterious boy.

I stand silently against the wall, watching as students pile into each other's cars. The people who came to school with me that morning either catching a ride with someone else or waiting for me in the bed of my truck.

After a couple minutes Manson comes out of school and looks around for a second before his eyes settle on me. With a surge of excitement he rushes towards me and grabs my hands.

"Tell me now."

I roll my eyes, but explain to him how I've been having dreams and this guy is in them. Not too many details but enough that he understands.

He looks warily around us, still holding my hands. "Alright. But I don't trust this kid. I've gone to school with him for however long and he's never acknowledged us ever. This is weird. I'll be watching from your truck okay?"

His words make me smile. I reassure him that I'll be fine, but tell him to take Britain and Coen with him to my truck and explain to them.

He nods, but stays by my side until Aeixo finds us.

The boy stands silently to the side, a small smile on his face as he watches Manson. They eye eachother until Manson nods. "Very well. You know where I'll be." He waves goodbye, finally letting go of me.

I stand awkwardly as Aeixo watches me.

"Shall we?" He gestures to the ground.

I smile nervously and sit. This is the time for answers. My dreams obviously meant something.

Before I can open my mouth and ask him what exactly they meant, he starts talking.

"You know, you look exactly like her."

"Who?" I respond, already knowing the answer.

"Lyra. Same features, same hair. Same everything."

I meet his eyes silently asking what I don't want to say out loud.

"She disappeared four years ago. She was my sister."

So she might not have died. This kind of makes no sense.

"You're like her doppelgänger. I don't know how you relate to her but it's not normal."

I stay silent, thinking of a response.

He speaks again. "I know you're not normal either. None of those people are." He nods towards the lingering spirits in the parking lot. "I don't know what's different, but something is. You're stronger than the rest of us. Better. Less, less....normal. Less human. You might think I'm crazy but it's not normal to have glowing eyes when someone steps on the back of your shoe. Or super speed in kickball. Or have the strength of a body builder when I can wrap one arm around your body. Something is different."

My eyes are already widened. What the heck? This isn't supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to look like a girl who's most likely dead. Humans aren't supposed to be able to identify us. If he can, who else has? Are we in danger? Stupid wolves. If they hadn't shown so much power and extra ability we wouldn't be in this predicament. Ugh.

I scoot backwards involuntarily. He puts up his hands,"Look, I didn't mean to scare you. It's just-"

No. No,no, no. "No. I've been having dreams. About you and your sister. A bunch of other people too. Except I'm your sister. In the dreams I'm always her. I'm experiencing what she has. Except it's old. It's in the past. I can just tell. They speak differently, have different clothes. It's not now. It's very far back. I don't know what it means. I was hoping you could tell me." I spill. Wow, it feels good to tell someone. (This may or may not be a little hint to tell someone when you're going through something alone. I'm Always here.)