New Girl

P.2 Chapter 13

So this is what if felt like to burned up in flames…My whole body felt like it was burning but where harry was touching my hand it felt cold. I looked up at him but he wasn’t smiling..

“Be careful,” he said and before I had time to reply I found myself in a room. Actually it was an old scary machine that was  very cliché

Harry was no where so I explored a little. I was of course going to be careful I didn’t need Harry to tell me that.

From what I could tell it was three stories and I was most likely in the living room because thee was the fireplace that was burning different color flames and couches all placed out around it.

“Hello!” I called out but no one answered. I was exhausted and I sat down on one the couches. They were really soft and plushy.

A un-opened drink was on the counter and I grabbed it. I didn’t realize it before but I was thirsty.. I opened the can and chugged.

It tasted really sweet and before I knew it I was done with the whole can.. “Aww..” I said and threw the can in the fireplace.

The fire burned brighter and I was just memorized by the colors. Eventually though they started to blur together.. ”What the..” I said but then my mind became foggy and I blacked out.

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This time I knew I was in a dream/vision because Aristotle was in it. He was sitting at a table writing something. I decide to speak.

“Ummm  Aristotle can you help me out?” I asked but he didn’t respond. The room did. “Ally Sane you  fell into a trap. Do you not have more common sense?” The voice boomed.

I of course was a little scared. I mean who wouldn’t if a loud voice was talking to you.“I do have common sense!” I yelled.

The voice just laughed. “Well when you wake up and find yourself locked up in a room I hope you reevaluate that.”

Crap..he was right. The nice coach, the sweet drink that I bet had something in it..Gosh I am stupid. “How can I fix it?” I asked the voice.

“You can not .What done is done but I think its best if you know what is coming.” The voice replied. “But how?” I asked. “Go toward Aristotle.” The voice said quietly.

“Hello?” but there was no reply. I can’t believe I am actually doing this. I walked over to Aristotle to see what he was writing. When I looked over his shoulder though I was shocked…It was the prophecy but it was different.

“We will be hiding our true selves for the world will turn of us. Some will go willingly others with a fight. They will grow and angry will fuel them into plunging the world into a orange sphere. We will feel it burn our skin; Water can not wash it away, earth can not cover it up, only a cool breeze can take it away. The yielder will have a choice for we value free will. Either they save there love ones or they save our world. let us hope that the yielder chooses well for the wrong choice will rid the Unwanted forever.”