Prologue
*Wilson*
“Sam over here help!”
“Wilson I can’t see you.”
“Uh guys a little help?”
“Erin where are you?”
“I can’t see anything so I DON’T KOW.”
“Erin calm down I am coming to help you.”
We were all trapped in darkness and couldn’t see anything. There were monster coming at us at all sides. We knew we were doomed unless all the monsters dropped dead somehow. “Wilson.” I heard my name being called. “Wilson, Wilson, gosh darn it just WAKE UP ALREADY.
“What.” A pillow was pushed down on top of my face. I tried fighting it but it was starting to be hard to breath. I heard voices in the background.
“Oh my gosh Jason, Jay you’re going to kill him! Get it off of him!”
“Fine.” The pillow was taken off of my face and Jason grabbed my arm pulling me out of my bed. I still refused to budge the dream still fresh in my mind. Somehow somewhere Jay got a cold bucket of water and poured it over my face.
“Ah ok I’m up!”
“Good Sam wants all of us in the room for a meeting. Something ‘bout a sister that didn’t get caught a few days ago.” I stood up thinking about the dream. What does it mean? Is it warning me about something? Should I be worried?
New York Times
Car accident woman killed
Terrible accident occurred
On Jefferson street December 23, 2010
At rush hour. Mrs. Ellen Winder Richheart
Was killed leaving her husband Mr. John
Richheart and their daughter Meghan Richheart
To fend for themselves. Was hit by what is thought
To be a drunken taxi driver while walking home.
Mr. Richheart says it was a tragic accident and
He misses her already and my daughter
looks just like her. Daughter, Meghan says
Now that my mom’s gone, I guess I’m in charge of
The house. A bystander said it was crazy. The lady
Was walking and outta nowhere a stupid taxi driver
Hit her. I thought she was going to get up but
she just laid there like she was dead! The police
are looking for the driver but have found no trace.
The search is now underway for this madman in a taxi.
- Reporter Kira Dean
Chapter 1 off to the orphanage
*Meghan*
It was December 23, 2010 when my mother died. She had been walking home late one night when a taxi went out of control. It hit her and she died instantly. She would have been in a car to but it broke and we couldn’t afford to fix it. My life was ruined that same day one year later.
I was in the middle of making dinner and waiting for my father to come home. He had said he would be late. December 23, 2011, todays date and it was painful. I heard the doorbell ring and ran to go get the door. Even though I knew that it wouldn’t be my father forgetting his key, I still hoped. I look out the peephole and saw Officer Donovan (police man) standing at my door step. Oh gosh I muttered I wonder what he did this time. The officer smiled his evil grin has I opened the door.
“Hi, are you Miss Meghan Richheart?”
“Um yes are you Officer Donovan.”
“Yes, may I come in?”
“Uh sure but my dinner is ready do you mind if I eat?”
“No, not at all.”
“Can you tell me why you’re here Officer Donovan?”
Oh uh yes. Um why don’t you sit down.
Ok I said while sitting down. I saw the officer sit in the chair my mother sat in. no one had sat in the darn chair since she had died. The officer smiled and I could tell he was thinking.
So um sweetheart your father was hit by a taxi and is dead. You will need to live in an orphanage until you are eighteen. You will only need to live there for around four maybe five years. I will give you around an hour to pack and make sure you’re ready and you can come back tomorrow.
My mouth dropped. What! Here I was thinking about a chair and my father is lying on the street under a taxi.
Ok. I walked slowly to the stairs that led to my room. I grabbed a duffle bag out of my closet and began to pack. I put all my clothes in the bag and slid into my parents’ bedroom to grab a few things. I grabbed my mother’s locket and my father’s pocket knife (hey you never know when you’re going to need it). I walked slowly back down stairs to tell the officer I was ready. Can I see him I asked the officer?
Um I am not sure you want to do that and I promised them you would be at the orphanage around nine so I am not sure that’s a good idea. Oh ok and I could tell he could see my disappointment. Its ok sweetheart you can see him tomorrow.
