Normality, Thy Name is Lynette

Chapter Twenty-One

While I was sitting in the Warren that afternoon, absolutely bored out of my mind, I got a phone call from my dad. I looked to the guards before I answered it and they nodded.

          “Hello?”

          “Lynette, Sharron and I want you to come home.”

          My jaw dropped. “No. You said I could stay here.”

          My dad who did not have much ability to argue with anyone, replied, “Okay, but at least come back home during Thanksgiving, Christmas, and for spring break.”

          “Do you honestly want to pay for that many plane tickets? Besides, Canadian Thanksgiving is the second Monday of October; I won’t be off on the fourth Thursday in November for American Thanksgiving. I will come for Christmas, possibly spring break. Okay?”

          “I know you don’t think we like him, but you can bring Darian back with you.”

          How should I tell him? “Thanks but Darian and I broke up.”

          “Oh…”

          “Anyway Dad, I should be going.”

          “Bye.”

          I hung up the phone and slammed it on the table. Rain came around the corner then. “Everything okay?” he asked.

          “Yes. Don’t you have class or something?”

          “There’s not much they can teach me. You can’t check if the visions I get are going to happen or not. I can pretty much escape whenever I want.”

          “Why does that not surprise me?”

          “Is slamming the phone down normal for you?”

          “No…”

          He questioned, “Then what was it?”

          “They send me all the way out here, away from everything and everyone I knew. Now they want me to go back, right after I have finally figured it all out. They are driving me crazy.”

          He didn’t say anything for a while. “When I was little, I think I was four, my grandmother was really sick. One day I got this vision of her while I played outside. At first I thought it meant that she was going to get better. My mother came outside a few minutes later and told me the hospital had called and grandmother had passed.”

          “Rain,” I began.

          He stopped me. “I’m not done yet. This happened again and I determined that I knew when people were going to die. I was ten and we were coming back from my soccer game. I was arguing with both of my parents about something. I no longer remember what but I know it was something unimportant. Right then, I ‘saw’ my parents. It was long enough for me to shut my mouth, but not to say anything to them. A car swerved into our lane in the driver’s side. My father was killed instantly. My mom wasn’t wearing her seat belt properly because she was turned around arguing with me. She died within minutes of hitting her head through, not on, through her window. Our car flipped.” He held up the hair on the right side of his head to reveal a long scar behind his ear. “They said it was a miracle I lived. A piece of glass cut through my head. Although, it’s not like anyone knows I survived that accident. The Warren found me while I was still in the hospital. They made it out like I had died from the accident too. It worked out well for them.”