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ViSchultz07

United States

I am a Ravenclaw who loves reading inspirational books. I am a daughter of Zeus and am in the faction Candor. I am a proud christian!
I should also probably mention that I am a Thunderbird because I’m American.

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No matter how your heart is grieving , if you just keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true. -Cinderella
Good friends will stick with you until you're unstuck. -Winnie the Pooh
Ohana means family. And family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. -Lilo
Sometimes the right path is not the easiest one. -Pocahontas
Ladies don't start fights. But they can finish them. -Marie
A good friend sees the first tear. Catches the second. And Stops the third. -Winnie the Pooh
Remember who you are. -Mufasa

Gifted

March 22, 2019

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"Darling! Right this way," my father puts a firm hand on my shoulder and leads me into the viewing room. "Sweets we have three suspects all who claim to be innocent now all you need to do..."
    "I know father," I said. I turn and walk into the first room. Looking into the one sided window I can see a faint silhouette of my father. Tall, confident, and brave. 
    Sitting in the chair in front of me I see a man rich and well groomed. He looks into my eyes.
    Brown eyes. 
    I see a woman crying over a crib. The crib is empty. 
    I see working hands typing on a computer. I see a check well deserved. 
    I see the same woman smiling and in her arms is a new born baby. 
    I see brown eyes. 
    Leaving the room I walk to the next suspect. She is a young woman who seems to be college aged. She has frizzy red hair. 
She looks into my eyes. 
    Green eyes
    I see a wooden desk filled with papers and textbooks.
    I see grades good and hard won. 
    I see a boyfriend caring and loving. 
    I see a car accident. Ending his life. 
    I see green eyes
    I look away almost shedding a tear. Smiling kindly I leave the room. 
    I walk into the last room. A woman sits she is relaxed and confident. We make eye contact. 
    Grey eyes. 
    I see suffering. The loss of her family. 
    I see anger. 
    I see revenge. 
    I see blood. 
    I see murder. 
    I see grey eyes. 
    I turn away so fast I almost fall. My father is waiting outside. 
    "It's her," I say not making eye contact. 
    "Thanks sweets you're truly gifted," He turns and walks down the hall way. My eyes follow him my body still, lips frozen. Yet in my head I'm screaming.
I am not gifted. I am cursed. 

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  • Slugish

    Gripping story. Would love to see more.


    4 months ago