Chapter 3

By this point you're probably not really sure what going on. Just wait. You'll see.
    *Dialing random buttons* “Hello?” I hear my mother answer. The person on the other end talks.
    My mother, “Yes, it's her.” Other line again.
    Mother again, “Well, how does tomorrow sound?” A pause. “Okay, I'll see you there. Bye.”
    I ask moments later, “What did he want?”
    Mother responds with stupid excuses that I haven't seemed to pay attention to lately. When she is done or what I think is her being done I simply say okay and walk upstairs to get ready.
    By now I'm at school. No one at school knows my secret. Except Jenny. It's already fourth period almost lunch then home because of the half-a-day thing. The boy that Jenny mentioned earlier is sitting next to me now. We are in science and doing some 'hands-on' stuff that involves partners. The boys name is Hunter. He is older than me and has shiny blue eyes that he never looks at anyone straight with. His shimmery blonde hair hides most of his eyes anyways. Hunter is nice to me and doesn't treat me like I'm invisible. I'm not one of the most popular girls in the school but Hunter doesn't seem to like those girls either. But then it happens. Oh no. Please not now. Not when I'm sitting next to a really cute boy. Plea-. It's too late. It happened. Just like that my eyes went black, and I had another 'feeling'. Hunter looks over worried and frightened and asks, “Are you okay, Melode?” I look up. Not wanting to be sitting here anymore and respond, “Yeah, I just zoned out for a sec.” Thank gosh the bell rang.
    “I remember back in 5th grade when you and Hunter dated.” I giggled as I reminded Jenny of that. She stared ahead of our footsteps as we took the same path we did everyday after school. She doesn't really like to bring up the past and I know that and for a second I felt bad for saying that until Jenny finally says, “Yeah, I remember too.” Then she smiles. Which makes me laugh. We walk in complete silence until we are almost in view of her house. Jenny speaks softly but it still jumps me, “What did you see?”
    “Oh, it was something that is going to happen next week.” She knew what I meant. The art gallery would be opening next week and I couldn't wait for it. I had been telling Jenny that I hoped my painting were good enough to get into the gallery.
    Jenny then says, “Did your painting look good? Did anyone comment you about them?”    I nod. I can't wait for next week. Jenny knows. I can't hid anything from her.