"I guess so." I whispered. I'm not much of a group speaker, but I do my best. All of my friends are giving me inspirational smiles. I smiled back weakly and prepared to answer my first question.
"Who is the woman in the picture?" A woman in the back of the crowd asked. I hesitated a bit but covered myself.
"I'm not sure," I lied. "She's just a woman from my dream."
"Who is the man?" A guy asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I just dreamed of them."
"Does the dream mean anything to you?" One person asked.
"Actually, yes." I said. "It means a lot to me. As you can see the two people in the picture are Natives, my parents are Caucasian with blond hair and blue eyes." Some people looked at each other with confused faces.
"Why do you look like a Native American then?" Someone else asked. "Are you adopted?"
"No!" I gasped feeling slightly insulted. "The gene stayed recessive for generations and then it hit me full-blown. My parents are my parents." After the questions, I started getting offers to sell. One man offered me ten thousand dollars for it! He had the cash with him already! I turned it down. No amount of money will ever be enough.
The show actually went pretty well. After we left we all went out to dinner. We went to a small café in town. Its nice and comfortable. It's a family place but that doesn't keep the teenagers from going there and having fun. "I'm so hungry." Ben said as he sat down and wrapped his arm around Sara's tiny frame.
I wish I had someone to hold me like that. I long to feel Cheveyo's arms wrapped around me. I wonder how much longer I have to wait for him. Its been twelve years and it gets harder and harder every day. It's not as hard now since my dream has changed. I'm a lot more hopeful and anxious. It may be for nothing but I can't help it. I looked over at Mel and Asher, she is leaning against him with her head tucked under his chin.
He's got an arm wrapped around her and he is tracing designs with his finger on her arm. She sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his touch. Everyone around me is happy and in love. Well everyone except Emm. He shouldn't have any problems getting girls, but he does. He'll keep a girlfriend for two, maybe three weeks, then they dump him. He never goes into detail about it and he doesn't like it when people mention it.
"You're always hungry." Emmett said with a laugh. "Its been what? Three hours since you ate?" Ben chuckled lightly and shrugged.
"What can I say?" He asked. "I like food." Our waitress is a tall brown-haired girl who goes to our school. She has really pretty blue eyes and a really nice body. I think her name is Alison or something like that. I looked at her name tag for clarification. Dang, Adrian. Well I knew it started with an A. She doesn't do much talking so people don't really hang around her much. When she walked up, Emmett perked up.
"What can I get you?" She asked gloomily.
"How about your number?" Emmett said with a cocky voice. I looked over at him and he is smiling harder than I've ever seen him smile. It's not that usual smile he gives girls when he's trying to get a girls attention, He really wants to get to know her, which is odd.
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Cheveyo (A Reincarnation Love Story)Romance
Shawnee Blackfoot has dreamed of one man every night since she was four years old. The only thing she knows about him is that he is Native American and his name, Cheveyo. Sadly, he dies in the dream every time. She is deeply in love with him. He pro...