The Young Glader

The Changing

In dream

"Run! Hurry!" My mother screamed. She bent down and kissed my forehead, she hugged my older brother Minho. "Mommy?" She turned toward me. "There is no time, stay with Minho, you are both immune to the flare, WICKED doesn't know Minho is immune, and I suggest you keep it that way, I will always, always love you both, if WICKED finds you, if they say something you know is not true, LEAVE IT THERE, let them believe what they believe, now run!" She yelled. As I watched this happen, everything blurred and we I was looking at a different memory. "Hey sal." Minho whispered. "Ya big bro?" I replied. "Dad is coming home from work early today." He said. "Yay!!!!" I yelled. "Shh, Mac is asleep." While I watched us talk a memory crossed that Mac was our little sister. She had brown hair and hazel eyes. She was only three or four. A few seconds later we heard knocking at the door. "Daddy!" I yelled. I jumped onto him almost knocking him off balance. "Whoa kiddo!" He said as I nearly knocked the breath out of him. "I brought y'all gifts today!" He said. "Oooooh thank you daddy!" I said as he handed me a wrapped box. He handed one to Minho. "You go first big bro!" I said in anticipation. He smiled and opened his gift bag. It was a special watch that measured his work out and his heart rate and a bunch of health stuff, it also tells time! "Cool! Thanks so much dad!" Minho exclaimed. "Your turn sal." Minho said to me. Sal stands for sis and all as in ally. I nodded in excitement. I ripped the paper and opened the box. There, laid a small stuffed elephant. A smile formed on my face and I grinned from ear to ear. I hugged the stuffed elephant so tight its stuffing might of popped. "Oh thank you soooo much daddy! I love you so much thank you thank you thank you!" I yelled. My sister Mac opened hers. She got a Barbie doll, she absolutely loved it. I smiled a very happy smile as I slowly woke up from my amazing memory.