Powerful

Chapter Seven

It's been two weeks since we left the hotel. Joe ditched the car and now we're on a bus to who knows where. I was really starting to enjoy Atlanta too. I knew it wouldn't last though. Now we're traveling up the east coast. I've concluded that we're about to get our Degrassi on. I keep hearing this one kid yelling 'Canada here we come!' So we'll be running with the moose I guess.

"I heard that," Keno said. I looked at him and chuckled.

"I didn't know I was talking out loud."

"You weren't at first. That kid over there said, 'Canada here we come' for the trillionth time and you said 'I guess we'll be running with the moose.'" I laughed at that. I actually laughed.

"Its nice to hear you laugh again." My grandma said from behind Keno and I. I turned to face her and frowned with confusion. It hasn't been that long, has it?

"Well, you've always walked around with that cloud over your head but you've never let it stop you from laughing now that this-" She waved her hand around at nothing in general, "- has happened I haven't even seen the tug at the side of your lips when you're trying not to laugh." She finished. I sighed deeply.

"It's just I don't want to live like this. I want to be able to take my future kids to my childhood home, tell them all about the school I went to or even about a summer fling, but I can't." I smile at the thought.

"I know but-"

"But nothing. I don't want to hear about my 'Destiny.' I can't even let myself like Keno. And I really really want to. And I know people have it a lot worse. But everyone has their own version of hell and this-" it was my turn to wave at the nothingness that we all knew about, "This is the one I was stuck with. So, yes, I've been a little down in the dumps but I have every right to be. But I've never been a person with a fixed-minded, so if this is gonna be my life, I'm almost willing to accept it, as long as you, Joe and Keno are in it." I smiled at them. They all smiled back. Truth be told I'm not even sure what's going on with me. I feel like I should be sad but I'm just not.

If I were hearing someone else talk about this as nonchalantly as I'm thinking about it I'd think they were crazy. But, all my life I knew I was different. I knew there was a secret I was just waiting for it to be revealed. Granted, I thought I was adopted or something, I'd rather accept my fate than let the anger eat me alive.