When we get in the car it starts drizzling. The closer we get to town, the harder it rains. We drive around town as a dark cloud rolls over us, making it seem like night. We pass a part of town that looks familiar. Then I hear the same pitter-patter that I heard in my dream.
“Over there!” I yell. We get there just in time for the first boy to throw a punch. Then my mom arrests the three bullies, and takes the smaller boy to his house.
“You saved that kid a lot of pain today, Ash. Well done,” my mom says when we finally return home.
“Thanks Mom, and thanks for believing me.”
“You’re welcome, Kiddo. Maybe you’ll have a career in police work, someday,” she says with a content smile on her face.
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Watching Quietly From Every Door Frame
FantasyAshling Aboulo has a gift. She can see crimes before they happen. She has the power to stop these crimes. However, she is an introvert, and is scared that people will make fun of her, or be scared of her if she makes her visions known. She, herself...
