First Daughter (RELOADED) COMPLETED

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O M N I S C I E N T

Seven Years After The Trip

Arianna woke up in a cold sweat. It was 2:37 AM. She stared up in the ceiling, the pitch black darkness of the room suddenly becoming too much.

The reoccurring dream that she had been having since she was six was...changing. She kept replaying the events of her dream.

Arianna ran down the same hill for the billionth time. Her heart was racing as if she was scared, she didn't know what she was running from. Once she reached the bottom of the hill, she rushed down the street and bolted into an alleyway. She bumped straight into the hooded man, stumbling backwards as she looked up.

She was shocked since she never had seen his face before. She stared at the tattoos and scars on his face, getting a good look at him. His hazel eyes sparkled as he looked down at her.

With the same, blank face, he reached into the pocket of his hoodie. This would usually be the time that she would wake up in fear. He pulled out a piece of folded paper, took her open hand, and placed it in her hand.

She looked up to say something, but he turned away and almost instantly disappeared. She opened the paper, but didn't get a chance to read it.

Arianna pushed the covers off of her body, sliding out of the bed. She sat on the chair in front of her homework desk, cut on her desk lamp, tapping a pencil on the table. She opened her notebook and flipped to a blank page. The man's face was frozen into her brain like a perfect—but fuzzy picture as she dragged her pencil across the paper.

At twelve years old, she was brilliant. Photogenic memory, high intellect, focused. At eleven years old, she could draw better than every kid her age—if she could get calm enough to do it. And that's exactly what she did at that table—at two fifty AM. She sketched the man's fuzzy face in her notebook.

At twelve years old, she still had no knowledge of her real parents. Her great grandmother, Louise, was all she knew. She had no other family, other than her sister Ariel. Or so she thought.

Her granny was very nice, very loving—but Arianna felt something was missing. She just didn't know what. She knew her granny was secretive, but about what? Arianna doesn't even have a picture of her parents. All she knows, is Granny told them that they died in a car crash.

As Arianna put away the rough sketch, she bit her lip in the same nervousness as always. It was a habit that was very hard to break.

The next day, Arianna and Ariel got ready for school in the extra boring, regular way. They got dressed, ate breakfast, and ran to get on the bus after grandma prayed with them.

"Wassup Greens?" Ari heard Kamiri's voice and looked up. Him and his brothers were gathered around her. Ariel rolled her eyes.

"What do y'all want?" Arianna mugged the boys. They were her friends, but they could be annoying. Kayden nudged Kamiri and Tay out of the way so he could sit. He had his headphones in, blaring some music as he sat with his hands in his pocket. He seemed mad about something, so Arianna just turned the other way.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Mad at our Grandma. You got last night homework?"