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She looked into the glassy orb. She slowly moved her fingers gracefully around it as if she were caressing it. Her eyes reflected the crystal balls as she stared into it.
"Beware. I see anger and pain in your future. And YOU...." she said pointing to the woman. "I also see it in your past. Abusive father, maybe?"
The woman burst into tears and stormed out of the room. The husband threw down a grubby fifty and followed her out. "Is that really what you saw, Ira?" I asked.
"Of course. The husband is abusive too." I cringed.
Poor lady. Ira is my mom's best friend and the closest thing I have to a family in the world. She's a nomadic fortune teller. She has thinning white hair and is always wearing blood red lipstick. I'm Andy Leon as far as I know. I have never gone to a day of school in my life and I never will. The state doesn't know I'm alive. To them I died as an infant from fever. My mom wanted it that way apparently. In her will, it doesn't even say why...Anyway, I've been with Ira since I was 3, for 12 years now.
I began helping Ira pack up her tent into our sedan. I put my backpack in the front seat and then went to grab a armful of her other gypsy stuff.
BANG. My brain was on fire. My heart quickly pumped acid through my body. I'm on the ground writhing in pain. Red dust swirls in the air as my arms twitch in the dirt. Hurt spread through my body. I screamed. Ira was there in a flash. I looked into her knowing eyes. I'm sure my hearts going to beat out of my chest. A wash of black floods my eyes.
I wake up in the back of the sedan. Beams of morning light flutter across my eyelids. Ira is at the wheel. "...Ira..." my throat burns with dryness and sickeningly sweet peppermint taste lingers on my tongue. Ira looks back at me. "How are ya, sweetie?" I ignore her question and reply immediately "What happened to me?" "You'll find out soon enough. For now, just sleep." I started to argue, but Ira looked back at me once more her gray eyes flashed teal. They were making me sleep. In my ears. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Hush child. Sleep.
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