Prophecy Says

Snow Globe

   I was sitting in a rather comfortable chair that I moved so I was able to see out the window. I studied the dense forest carefully - and allowed my thoughts to shoot like bullets inside of my head. I pondered the next day at school, and visualized what it would be like. I imagined overcrowding - and lockers, like I had seen in movies. But most of my thoughts were directed at Adam. His beauty, the mystery that surrounded him, the fear that i felt near him.. Part of me wanted to see him again - craved to see him again, but my conscious mind told me to run.

   I stood up then, pacing and biting my nails, trying to make sense of what had happened today in the library. Telling myself that it was the lighting occurrence. But then I tried to make sense of the weird vibes I got, and his mysterious aura. I told myself I was being paranoid and overreacting. I would see tomorrow that my mind was playing tricks on me - but my gut told me otherwise.

  I then realized I never unpacked, but filled my new room with all the stuff Ms. Addams gave me when we went shopping. I started with clothes, and then trinkets and such, and at the bottom of the duffelbag I saw a framed photograph of Chloe, and the letter that I completely forgot about. I took the photo and placed it gently on my nightstand. I had missed her dearly, and couldn't wait for the day that I would see her again. I reached back in the bag and pulled out the letter and sat on my bed gingerly. There was A stamp on the back but no forwarding address. I found that strange. The letter itself felt weird in my hand, in a way that would be hard to explain. Like I wanted to open it but I couldn't get my brain to send any signals to hands in that moment. In any case, I just placed the stupid letter in a drawer attached to my nightstand.

  I hugged my knees close to my chest and curled up like a fetus on my bed. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering - which I was used to. And thought maybe i should plan a dinner for Ms. Addams tomorrow night. With that, i hopped downstairs with cookbook in tow.

"Ms. Addams?" I asked quietly. She looked up from the plant she was trimming and smiled kindly.

"Yes dear?" I set the cookbook on the counter and looked back to her.

"Since you have been doing so much for me, I think it would make me feel better if I may be able to prepare dinners as a way of repaying you for everything." I said sheepishly. She grinned from ear to ear and set down her shears.

"Absolutely, i love everything except carrots - nasty vegetable."She made a sour face and adjusted her glasses.

  "Sounds good I guess I'll start out by planning meals." I smiled confidently. I scowered through the cupboards - searching for ingredients that I could use to make meals throughout the whole week. It was one of the few things i soaked up from living with Maeve. I learned how to make food last - and I supposed we could eat leftovers on the weekends or for midday snacks. You had to learn to cheat with a house like Maeves', especially with all those angsty teenagers bopping around. But once the night had fallen and Ms. Addams fell into a coma watching cartoons on her old 1970's Television, I slumped my shoulders and walked upstairs with the cookbook and notes for meals of the week. I dropped my shit on top of my dresser and slumped into the mattress. I noted that I needed to wash the sheets. Reluctantly, I got back up and pulled on pajamas and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once that was done, panic set in. The lights were off in my warm and cozy room, as I cuddled myself closer to the blanket. I let my mind wander for awhile before i slept, and I wish I hadn't. Adams strange eyes were taking over my thoughts then. I didn't know where it had come from, as a general rule I made a thing to not let boys leave a lasting impression on me. I had only spoken to him for 5 minutes at most. I didn't know him at all, and I got cryptic vibes from the beautiful boy. With some struggle, I managed to find the least bit of comfort to fall asleep.