I have a million characters trapped inside of me, just screaming to have their stories told.
"You're gonna burn." Aaron didn’t respond, just sat slumped at the end of the floating dock with a piece of paper in his hands. He was dressed in his Class A uniform, as if he was on his way to dinner, so why was he here? Three weeks into summer and I hadn't seen him at the waterfront once.
3 I remember being excited at the sight of the vast sandbox, as he scooted me through the gate and closed it swiftly. As if he didn't trust me not to try and dart through before he could get it latched, which was a fair suspicion. But for the time being, I was completely enthralled with my buckets, plastic shovel, and endless amounts of sand.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. I opened my eyes. Was that the last thing Geoff had said to me? But that wasn’t the question I should have been asking myself, as I turned my head slowly, cradled by lush, green grass. I appeared to be laying in the center of a mushroom circle. I reached my hand out cautiously to touch the white-gray mushroom head, only to find my arm covered in a thin layer of baby-blue mesh. I sat up, looking down at myself. I was wearing an evening gown? I surveyed the area around me, finding an open field of grass, with small bushels of wild flowers every few yards.
I have an odd relationship with death. When I lose a family member, or if a friend passes away, I do not automatically feel sadness, like most. Perhaps that has something to do with my beliefs. I believe when someone dies, there is always talk of a light at the end of the tunnel. What if that light is the hospital room where that person is being reborn into their new body, all their old memories wiped.
It was a bright, warm day as I made my way through Nana’s woods. I hugged my mom’s urn closer to me with one arm as I climbed the hill leading to the place I would lay her to rest. In my other arm was a pear tree sapling. Behind me was Aunt Leslie, who carried my dad’s urn, and his sapling. The funeral procession consisted of Aunt Leslie, her girlfriend Lucy, Wyatt and Mabel, my only friends, along with neighbors, followed slowly behind us.
I close my eyes as tightly as I can, seeing purple and blue splotches dance across the darkness. I press myself as hard against the wall as I can, listening closely to my surroundings. I'm about twelve steps from the staircase, hoping with every ounce of my being that I can make it down those old wooden steps without a sound.
Kyo and I floated through the air until we shot through the ground and into the sky. We hung there for a moment, Kyo’s eyes still closed as we slowly made our descent. I didn’t try to land on my feet when we touched the ground. I laid down in the soft grass, having no idea where we were. I couldn’t stop thinking about Tara or how Hiro could be dead right now.
“His bride?” I said at the time Kyo had said: “My Bride?” Kyo’s mother just smiled, sipping from her tea cup, appearing to be endlessly amused. I sat down unsteadily at the table with the grinning woman, clutching either side of my head. My bun was beginning to sag from my adventures through the woods with Kyo. Kyo my future husband? Kyo the witch who had recently informed me that I may be a witch as well?