The soft breeze from the wind ran through my hair. Awitch? No. No. No. It can't be. Its like what my mom told me. My mom. Hazy dream like vision of my mom, my dad as well.
It was in winter and I was 6. My parents and I took a vacation down to Virginia Beach, Virginia, to visit my aunt, uncle, and cousins. Three days passed and I got bored. They decided to take me down to Mt. Trashmore Park. There were not any other kids, and I wasn't what you would call someone who is the best on the swings. My mom sat down on the swing nest to me and my dad pushed us both. I still remember the smiles, laughs, and even the smell of the cool crisp air nipping at my nose. It was one of those memories that you can't just forget so easily. q
My heart beat slowed down. Yet, my vision started to blur, black spots everywhere, and a wave of nausea. I couldn't walk, I couldn't stand. Lucky for me, Nate walked out just in time to catch me. It would be and absolutely perfect scene: the way the evening glow of the sun shines in my hair, the soft breeze flowing by, the way he is holding me gently, the gleam in his eyes. The black spots were gone, the have of nausea passed. All I could do was smile. He lifted me back up to my feet,
"Do you have any questions?"
"No, of course not. I've got this totally under control." He caught the sarcasm in my voice and chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"Its nice to have you back Alex."
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WITCH Way to Run?
Teen FictionMs. Alexis, the ordinary girl you suppose? Not even close, her and her "friend" Nate learn some pretty serious stuff a d plan to find out what it is. Yet to all romances (in books) there is always something that goes wrong. What is that wrong? Woul...
