ExplanationA Chapter by Laraine DavisA little more information about the disease.
I hate gym. Positively hate it. Thank god I had Albert on my mind so that I didn't have to focus. Strangely enough though, Albert wasn't the only one on my mind today. I was still thinking about why I kept appearing in strange places I'd never been to. My hypothesis seemed reasonable. All these places were connected in some way. Albert's hypothesis, however, was that the person who had given this disease to me in the first place was somehow controlling where I went. So my question is why? Whoever this person is. This is the person who sneaks through the dark of the night, seeking out their prey, to find those unfortunate people that he takes away. Into the dark. Strange things happen, and you feel pain for what seems like decades. You blink through bright lights, trying to gain your vision back. Suddenly, you hear his crackling voice saying, "You have the disease." And suddenly, your home again, sitting on your bed. And that's all I remember. Ever since then, I've been disappearing and reappearing in weird places. That's how Albert and I met. You see, he has the disease, too. But apparently there are different kinds of the disease. Albert can see things. Not exactly a fortuneteller, per say. But more like, he has visions, but they are more like lost memories that he regains. He only sees bits and pieces of it. Sort of like when you are trying to remember a dream. Different things that you see will spark your memory. Like when I was at the canyon. He had seen someone talking on their phone, slipping down the canyon side. Of course, he didn’t know it was me Basically, I don’t think that he can see who the visions happen to. So it's not like he can use the disease to his advantage and save people. What Albert and me are basically trying to do is find the man who gave us this disease and make him take it back. The one other thing I remember from that night when I was diagnosed with this was that before I was flashed to my bedroom, he told me that my life span is cut in half while I have the disease. If we don't find that crackly-voice man soon, our lives will simply be no more. □□□ The bell rang through my ears as I shoved my heel into my shoe. I grabbed my bag and ran out to catch up with Albert before he left. I saw him walking across the parking lot, and I had to practically sprint to catch up with him. Running out of breath I said, "You. Have. Long. Legs." He just looked over and grinned. But then his face got serious and he said, "I think I have a clue on where that man is." I perked up immediately at this. "Where was the first place that you were transported to?" I thought for a moment, "Rancho Nuevo beach in Mexico. Why does that matter, though?" Albert seemed to be lost in his own world, as if he hadn't heard my question. "Because it happens that the smartest and craziest scientist lives in a house on the shore of Rancho Nuevo." For some reason Albert chuckled after his statement. Confused, I asked, "What is so funny?" Albert smirked and said, "I was just thinking that if this is the wrong guy, and then he kidnaps us and gives us another disease, we could be in trouble." I gaped at him in frustration, "And you find that amusing?" "I find that very amusing.” I struggled for words, but none came, so I decided to move back to the first topic. "Alright...So if there is a scientist there, are you saying he could be the one who gave us this disease?" Albert thought for a moment, "It's probable. But might not be possible. I say we give it a shot. You up for the beach this weekend?" "Well, I kind of have a math test to study for." He gave me a disapproving look, "Come on! You're smart enough! You don't need to study!" I rolled my eyes, "Fine. We'll leave Friday afternoon. Right after school." Albert chuckled again, "If we want to go from Carson City, Nevada to Rancho Nuevo beach in Mexico. We are going to need to leave Friday morning. Bright and early. Sighing I said, "Okay. I guess you're right. What time?" "6:00?" "Sure." Albert smiled his dazzling smile, turned, and walked to his car. I stood there for a couple more minutes staring at the bright sun, and then stumbled over to my old beat up Volkswagen. I pondered on what I should pack. It was only Monday afternoon, I had plenty of time. © 2008 Laraine DavisFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on May 28, 2008 Last Updated on June 30, 2008 AuthorLaraine DavisAtlanta, GAAboutI'm Laraine and I incredibly love to write. Recently, I managed to write a novel that was to be 50,000 words long in a month. It took a lot of dedication but I completed it with a immense achieved fee.. more..Writing
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