Chapter 13

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"I see you were busy last night." The woman said as she sipped some tea.

"Oh, I just had a lot of questions. All I did was get some answers." I looked to my feet.

"How, much did you have to fix?" She asked pouring another cup.

"Not much, it just all came to me. Why was that?" she handed me the fresh cup and pointed to the chair where I took a seat.

"It must have been your past seeing power. It's like when your powers first came around, you needed an answer. By the looks of it, you used that power and were able to activate the memory, without any help."

"So all I have to do is use my power to regain my memories?" I asked taking a large sip of tea.

"I'm afraid not. In third grade was when you first used your power but were able to go back 2 weeks. You spent years training on your own. Only by the start of High School, you could go back to the 1600s for history. Even then, you needed a reference."

"Could I train to get to a place where I could just see my memories?"

"Yes, and no. There will be a few that only you know about. Your powers can see through how large groups of people see a situation. Like how when your mother died, you were looking at everything outside the mind of the younger you."

"So I will have to think about times that I was with people?" seemed easy enough.

"It won't be easy if you don't know the people you were with." she drank the last of her tea, "Is there a point in time you want to see?"

"Where do I go to school?"

She took me back outside, the opposite side of were I just unlocked. there were any places connected to it, but it was hard to see. There was a large building where she was taking me, there wasn't any details kind of like a large box with boxes connected to it. off to one side there were four long rectangular boxes.

I was directed to the boxes on the side. I was drawn to the one closest to me, the only one with a door. When I went inside a girl came rushing past. nothing was in colour, but the girl had long hair in a ponytail wearing a tank top and shorts.

She ran past the main doors of the building and tripped and fell into what seemed like a slightly younger version of me. My clothes were sprawled across the floor, the girl frantically trying to pick up my stuff apologizing. "Can you help me find my room?" I had asked, I sounded muffled, this may have not been what I said but it seemed close.

"Of course! My names Lucy by the way. what room number?" her voice was crisp in clear, giving me the idea this is what really went down.

"I believe it's room 103" I had said while going through a bag.

"That's great, I'm in that room too!" She continued to talk but the memories began to fade.

I wanted to know what the room looked like, or if I even had the same number. I took a few steps back to see if there was anything else to be done in the area. The walls seemed to have more detail and there were two girls I couldn't see their faces, and they didn't see to really be 'there'.

The lady who I was with places her hand on my shoulder, "how did it go?"

"Pretty well, there may be a few things that Lucy girl said that isn't what she said. Other than that, things seem to be in line."

"you're going well, soon you'll have enough memories to return to your body." She turned and began to walk away.

"What if I don't want to go back?" My own words shocked me, but they were the truth. "from what I can tell I was miserable. My mom was gone, I basically left home, I abused my power to get through school. Then there's that Leo guy, he wasn't the first to take me away. I just know it. I have a really bad feeling that if I don't go back, everything will be fine."

"If that were true why were you there in the first place?"

~Authors Note~

Sorry, it took so long, I'm editing the first book and working on 'A Different Love Story' I may have to take a break from this book. I don't know yet.

This year I'll be turning 18, so I will be getting a learning permit to begin driving. At the end of the summer, my senior year will start. I plan on taking AP Statistics and a few other harder courses so my schedule will be crammed. 

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