Burned

Chapter Ten

This Monday was different. Today, I needed to confirm that what I had seen in my vision actually happened. It was the first time I had been able to successfully induce a vision. I wasn't even sure I could do it before. Now, I knew I could and that made me feel extremely powerful. Part of me was bursting at the seams to tell the Coven. The other part of me wanted to keep it a secret. If I told the others I could induce a vision, they would want to know about this vision.

How would I explain that? Plus, that would force Mir to tell the others about her sister, then we would both be in a lot of trouble. So, I settled on not telling them. Also, I had to make sure the vision I had was real. It felt the same as other visions, except this time I didn't have the migraine beforehand. That part was nice.

This was why when I walked into school, I went straight to Mir's locker. She was talking to Ivelyn and Kate, but when she saw me she told them something and they left. By the time I go to her, it was just her and me. I sighed in relief, slightly out of breath from all the fast walking I had done to get here. In the car, Dara had been extremely quiet. I think she had been waiting for me to ask about Gemma, but I didn't.

I wanted to and I almost did. Except, I had promised Dara I would be patient with her. I was going to uphold my end of that promise. Not to mention all the other problems I had to deal with first. One of which was talking to Mir. As I approached, her eyes widened. She looked around and I knew she was going back and forth between talking here and in the bathroom.

"Bathroom," we said at the same time. I smiled, trying to ease the tension.

The two of us rushed up the stairs. I had gotten to school earlier than usual, in hopes of not being late -- again. I think Ivelyn had given up on me ever being punctual. It didn't help that the two of us had been off ever since we went to the Mall. Things were a little better. She and Troy were still broken up, but from Ivelyn's Instagram photos: she had moved on -- a lot. She was probably trying to get back at Troy and make him feel bad.

I locked the bathroom door behind me and faced Mir. She was nervous. I could tell by the way she kept adjusting the straps of her yellow sundress. It was nice out, a little over seventy degrees, which meant everyone had shorts and dresses on today. I looked down at my black sheath dress I had dug out from the back of my closet. I didn't even have to wear tights today: it was nice.

"I-I gave the potion to her if that's what you were going to ask me." Her voice sounded like a scratch.

I smiled, showing my teeth. She relaxed a degree.

"That's good," she didn't look convinced.

As she wavered, pacing back in forth, I was reminded of my vision from last night. It had been so crystal clear.

The kitchen came into view, but it wasn't my kitchen. This kitchen was one I had never been in before. The walls were cream and the island in the middle had black speckled granite counters. The cabinets that attached below were dark brown. I watched from above, something new. Usually, I saw from someone else eyes. This time it was different. I wonder if that was because I had asked for the vision, not the other way around.

Regardless, I was watching Mir reach into her fridge. Her arm retrieved: yogurt, milk, and strawberries. She put the contents on the island, then grabbed the blender from one of the cabinets. The first thing I noticed was how precise her actions were, like a robot. Her mouth was closed in a fine line and her eyes focused on what was before her. She put everything into the blender and I watched intently.

She was making a smoothie, I understood that. But why? It was nighttime in my own time, but I could tell it was morning in the vision. The sun splayed through the peach-colored curtains behind Mir. She turned the blender off and grabbed three clear glasses. Then, she poured the smoothie into each class. The third glass she didn't fill as much. She reached into her pocket, revealing the potion. She emptied the contents of the vial into the third glass, then put the empty vial in her pocket.