Gambling of Shades

New time

      My mother was quick in her actions. For what reason I don't know. After my counceller left, she made some quick arrangements. We moved here this last December. Toronto countryside. She is planning to move again. To a beautiful island. Commercialized developed country. Exactly one sea across from Toronto. I thought she had a very respected tradition about moving. Her sudden anxiety says that whatever her reason may be, it's good enough to shatter her world. The only way to break her principals. Now, just like she does every two years, sinse I was eleven years old. After the accident. we are moving. Move to a new place, New country, New world. Always on the run. 'Travelling' she says, is good for my health. To come back. Something that'll never take place. 

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    "Miss Heather, welcome to Dexon Lyver!"

 I looked at the lady. She was old- but her delicate complexion makes her age doubtful. I looked back and saw some porters carrying our luggage. I started to follow mom and the lady. The porters were right behind us. I looked back at them.  Accidentally I locked eyes with one of them. Suddenly memories flashed in front of my eyes. Those eyes of his were as same as 'them'. The same poison stare. The same poison smile. I turned around and ran. 

   All noise around me became one high pitch shrill.  I tripped over something and fell only to be caught by someone. I blushed. How careless can I be? As if I have some mental disability, which of course what others think. 

"Oh - my dear!  thankyou! I am so sorry, honey, are you OKAY?"

My mom came quickly and got hold of me from the hands of the person. Rose. She smelled of the rose perfume my dad gave her, before that day. His last memory, my mother calls it. She was talking with the stranger.  I looked at the person and gasped. Is this the same person - or am I seeing 'it'? I kept staring. The person had dark chocolate coloured hair which fell to the face quite beautifully. The plain shirt and the trousers tells me this is a high schooler. 

"Well then,it was very nice to meet you. Hopefully we'll meet again. Till then good bye dear." 

Mom shook hands with that person. I was leaning against her with her tight grip around my shoulders. That person's gaze fell on me and then smiled. I felt my face getting red in embarrassment or anger I cannot say. The person left. It didn't even take a minute to be flocked around by some high schoolers. Probably the friends. Mom didn't say anything. She simply walked ourselves to the lady and to the exit. I was leaning against her the whole time, thinking. Am I dreaming or have I just met the same person who wants me dead?