When I woke up, I had a massive headache. I sat up in a bed and looked over and saw Caroline in my desk chair reading. "Where am I?" I asked. "You're at home, silly," She said smiling, "I'm glad to see you awake. You've been out for a couple of days." I looked down to see my work shirt on. "What happened?" I asked. "You wrecked your bike on Lawrence Street coming home from work the other night. We found a couple of kids hanging around you, we're assuming they did that too your hair." I looked at her confused, "did what?" She grabbed my hand mirror off my dresser and handed it too me. Blue hair. Caroline sighed, "oh well, it'll come out eventually. Now get some rest, I'll go make some soup." She left the room.
I got up and took off my work shirt, and looked in the mirror. There was the tattoo, right there on my arm. On my bedside table was the necklace I saw in my dreams. I pulled a Linkin Park shirt out of my dresser and pulled it on. Then, I put on the necklace and looked in the mirror again. The necklace seemed to glow. In the back of my head I heard a voice whispering, "until we meet again, my son."
I smiled, and whispered, "until we meet again."
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Owen of Atlantis
Ficção AdolescenteOwen Vincent is a 16 year old day dreamer from Atlantic City, New Jersey. He was just an average kid from an average town, or so he thought.... But Owen is just about to find out how average his life is.
