The Art of Mending Memories

The Art of Mending Memories 12

The Art Of Mending Memories

Chapter 12

I couldn't concentrate through business. Not that it was interesting, but normally I could at least pay attention in my boring classes. Figures; my one class free if werewolves is my most boring class.

I kept thinking about my argument with Aunt Jane. I couldn't believe she took Aaron's side; I was hurt. I thought she would understand the most. After all, she knew my story. She knew how much I hated werewolves. We even moved here because there were no shifters--well, except for Mr. Keith

Then I was all worried because I was afraid Aaron would find out about my ability to see shifters. Cassy knew something was up, and if she told Aaron, and he figured it out...the idea made me shudder. I could see how my future would be: a slave to the pack, unable to run away, and too weak to defend myself.

I kept thinking back to the day when I realized what it was that I could do. Eight years ago, when I met Jared.

*****

"Kaelyn," my sister, Linda, calls to me. "I want you to meet my friend, Jared."

I walk shyly out of the house to the porch. Standing there I my sister, he skin glowing purple like it has been for a few days, and her brown curls blowing slightly in the breeze. Next to her is a boy--a tall boy--whose akin is glowing red. Where their hands meet the glow coming off their skin is brighter. I tilt my head.

The boy has gold hair and brown eyes. His teeth are slightly pointed inside his mouth, which is curved in a large smile. He looks at me.

"Kaelyn, I want you to meet Jared. Jared is very special, and I like him very much, so be good. Jared, this is my angelic little sister, Kaelyn." Linda beams at Jared and then at me. She waves her hand at me. "C'mon, Kaelyn. Jared is going to play with you."

I take a few steps closer and look up at the tall red-glow boy next to my sister. "Jared," I say, seeing how it sounds. Linda nods, urging me on. "Jared has funny skin."

"Kaelyn!" Linda yells.

I turn to her. "It's like yours, but red," I tell her.

She looks disapprovingly at me. "Kaelyn, I told you to please stop making that up. My skin isn't purple."

"Yea it is!" I yell, stomping my feet. "His is red and yours is purple!"

"My skin isn't purple!" My sister repeats.

"It's glowing purple."

"Kaelyn, no it's no-"

"Wait," Jared interrupts her. She stops talking and looks at him. Jared bends down to my level and I stare at dark blue eyes. "Kaelyn, what does my skin look like to you?"

"It's glowing red. Like a medium glow," I say, emphasizing the word medium. "And it's a bright and pretty red, not like a dirty one. And it's only your skin, although I can kinda see it in your hair."

He nods. "Yeah? And what does Linda's skin look like?" He asks, urging me in a gentle voice.

"It's really pretty. Purple. I love purple. Prettier that yours."

"Well, your sister is very pretty," Jared says. "How long has her skin glowed purple?"

I shuffle my feet, thinking. "Five days, I think," I tell him.

He nods. "That's when I met your sister."

"Did you make her glow? Because you touched her?"

He chuckles. "I don't think so." He reaches out and holds my hand. "Are you glowing?"