Meeting Ethan

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Hey readers! I would like to dedicate this chapter to my best friend Diana. Not only does she have aspiring dreams of becoming a lawyer but she is a writer like me. Diana is also close to her father. Diana you are my inspiration for this chapter and so this chapter is for you dear!

P.s. this chapter lets you see a little of what everyone thought of Elizabeth and what Elizabeth was really about.

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Lots of supernovas, kisses, and of course love,

Aurorainsync

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“Hey, You okay? You seem distracted.” Delia says as she takes the keys into her hands and leans back into the car seat

“I... I’m okay.” I say distracted with my thoughts

“You aren’t okay Kelly.”

“I assure you i’m okay.”

“You don’t look like your okay.”

“Delia, really I’m fine.”

“Something is wrong. We aren’t leaving the car till you tell me.” Delia says firmly. I look over at her and sigh.

“Fine," I say. "Something isn’t right."

“What isn’t right?”

“Someone in this house is dying.”

“Dying?”

“Yeah?”

“How do you know?”

“I’m the essence of life. Which means i’m connected to the ones coming and leaving this planet.”

“You are the essence but you can shut that out too. My mom would get strong feelings when she was near a couple who loved one another or were lovers. My mom just knew what was going on, you know? But she learned to turn it off. You can too. Shutting out the voices should be easy. My mom would meditate. Try it.”

“Umm...”

“Here we’ll try in here.”

“But aren’t your friends waiting for you?”

“Yes but you need me at the moment. So relax.”

I rolled my shoulders and slumped into the seat of her VW beetle.

“Okay now I want you to breathe in and breathe out.”

I take a deep breathe in and release.

“Breathe in the good stuff and let go of the bad. Think happy thoughts. Happy times. Whatever makes you smile.”

I go through my memories. The days when my father was still around were my happiest. He would pick me up and hug me to his chest. Era, Naida, and I would fall asleep in our father and mother’s arms in their bedroom on special holidays. My father taught Era and Naida how to bake.

 But I was too young to learn at the time so he showed me his favorite pasttime which was scrapbooking. I guess since my father knew he would not get to live with his wife and children forever that everyday was precious and should be in a scrapbook where my sisters, my mother, and I could go back and remember him. 

All I have today are good memories of my father. He was silly and he had a sweet spot for all three of his daughters. He never knew how to discipline  us so my mom was the one to hand out timeouts and ground us. He would take me to earth and we would sit on the sand in whichever beach.

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