Lela was shocked, hesitating before shaking his hand. Then she smiled shyly, shaking his hand. "Hello my name is Lela", he gazed into her crystal blue eyes. "So why aren't you up there? Seems you have a wonderful perspective and can surely write." Lela shrugged and said, "Just not into that kind of stuff yet, not much of a people person." Eli chuckled lightly, smiling.
Lela stood up and started getting dizzy. She couldn't tell reality nor fantasy at all. She saw horrible things in her visions this time. A tear rolled down her face then she came back. "I have to go. I'm sorry." Eli was worried and tried catching her by her hand, but she pulled away. "Please don't touch me..." He shook his head in agreement then she took off. " When can I see you again?!", he called out to Lela. She stopped for a moment and turned back towards him. "Meet me outside here, next to the big oak tree tomorrow."
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Lela got home around 12:30 at night and quietly made her way upstairs. She stripped down to her bra and underwear. She put her black robe on and sat in her rocking chair next to the window that her mother once use to rock her in when her visions got too bad.
Lela hardly ever slept. She loved the night time. For some reason this was when her visions decreased. She pulled out a pen and piece of paper and started to write.
She opened the window to let in the cool night breeze. Lela continued to write, rocking herself in the wooden chair. Sometime through the night she fell asleep.
The next morning Lela woke up still in the rocking chair. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. Then dawning to her, she gets to see Eli again tonight. Her eyes gleamed and a huge smile creeped across her face. She hurried up, rushed to the shower. Got dressed. Curled her hair into spirals and glossed her lips. Lela couldn't wait. She was finally starting to feel normal. Like someone cared. But she had another feeling deep down inside her. Was it all real?..
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Horror"Where do you see yourself in the near future, Miss Lela?" "Dead." ~Not everyone is who they seem to be. Whether to judge a book by its cover truly reveals the truth in this story. ~