Mystified

Chapter 3

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Hope is a walking dream- Aristotle

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Chapter 3

I wake up shivering, Skye stands in front of me clutching my shoulders 

Her grey eyes are wide "Are you ok?" 

I shake my head "It was another vision." 

Skye lets go of my shoulders and looks worried for a moment "Was it bad?" her eyes look sad, she hates it when I see death. 

Nodding slowly I sit up "People died, it was a car crash with a girl, her brother and their father. I think they all died." 

"Is it going to happen?" she asks. 

I shake my head "It's already happened, I can't do anything." 

Skye pauses, I know she wants to see if I'm ok, but it's the middle of the night and she needs to go and get some sleep "Go back to sleep," I say. 

"Are you going to be ok?" 

I nod, even though I know I won't be. Skye nods and goes back to her own room. I turn over and wipe my forehead of sweat. 

I know that little girl didn't die, I could feel her dying in the vision but I know she's alive. 

Because the little girl grew up. The little girl became Lori Salmon.

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That morning I stand in the changing rooms getting ready for gym, Lori and Joanna stand giggling about what they will wear to prom next week. Every so often they glance over at me and start talking about what dresses with suit me, I shake my head and ignore them when they do. 

"Oh, lighten up Pippa!" laughs Joanna. 

I smile "How can I when you two are planning to torture me?" 

Lori pats me on the back "Only if you get a date honey. And believe me, we're trying." 

"Great," I groan. 

Once we are changed we walk outside together chatting, as we come outside Lori groans. 

"Oh great, coach Lankly there," she scowls when he looks in our direction "He only comes when he wants more people for the track team, god help us." 

Joanna sighs "Lets prepare to be rubbish girls." 

"Why don't you just be good, at least then you can say that you tried." 

The girls both share a look, Lori bites her lip "But you see we don't want to be good at track. I was on the team last year and it was hell, I asked to leave. I'm definitely not going back on it. Plus boys don't like it if you show them up." 

Joanna mutters in agreement, I raised my eyebrows. Lori smiles "Just don't come last or he makes you run it again." 

I sigh "Great, come first and I make the team and last I need to do it again." 

"Yep," Joanna agrees "There's no way out." 

We stand and listen to coach Lankly, I look at him and realise he must only be around 25. He talks about track times and how we all need to try our best. Some of us mutter a reply and saunter off to the start line.