The old, brown door opens to an alley way on the edge of town. It is dark, and I can hear the pitter-patter of raindrops on the rooftops. There are three large boys in hoodies, and a much smaller boy in jeans and a tee shirt. One of the large boys takes a swing at the small boy. Then, the other two join in on the fight. The boy is outnumbered, and is much too weak to fight these three guys.
That is when I wake up to my mom yelling, “Ash, you’re going to be late for school!” I groan, and get ready for my day.
“I had another dream last night.” I say, while shoving loads of cereal down my throat, and looking out the window. It is a very cloudy day.
“What about?” my mom asks, listening intently.
“Three boys were beating another kid in an alley on the edge of town.” I say.
“How about you lay out of school for one more day, and come with me to stop these boys?” She asks.
“How could I say no?” I ask smiling.
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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...
