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~Genre: Fiction, mystery, and I guess fantasía :)*
Chapter 25
Dorothy’s point of view
I touch her journal. “I’m going to try something,” I tell my friends. “So don’t freak out unless I start bleeding o jerking o something unusually.”
Jess nods, use to the routine, she turns to Cadence. “Get ready rookie, and don’t freak out, I know when to panic.”
Cadence looking confused and a bit scared nods, as he watches me.
I close my eyes, and concentrate hard. This was something Dorothy touched, and I can feel her imprint on here, I’ve been doing this since Dorothy’s death with items to make a few buck o something. I get these vibes off them, and it’s like I’m popped into the person’s body, o I’m watching them but here their thoughts without actually feeling them myself. This has to mostrar me about anything of Dorothy, because she used this a lot, I can feel it from the imprint.
And just like that I’m popped into another world, into another body, into another’s thoughts. And I forget everything, but of what that person is thinking.
Because now in this moment, I am them.
It’s morning, a bit dreary but nothing that good old Dorothy Lorean can’t face, I walk up to my mirror and but on a bright smile.
“Dorothy! Breakfast’s ready!” My little sister, Destiny yells from downstairs.
“Coming!” I tell her, hoping that our parents aren’t down there. I could already feel the burn of their disapproving glances, I could just hear their voices say ‘half a year, and then your out of this house’.
I know I’m stalling to stay, I could find any place because people are willing to help me. It’s not like I want to stay, I’m only stalling for Destiny, I could get a job and pay rent easily, I’m just worried what would happen to her without me.
Our parents…there not exactly loving, they never planned on having children, they took all precautions to not, but those obviously didn’t work considering Destiny and I exist.
I put on some make-up and run downstairs, Destiny looks up from her plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage to give me the smile that I absolutely love. I’ve always thought, that ever since Destiny was born, I’d hate her. She looked like an exact replica of our parents, she’s even got the scorching glare down, the disapproving glances, all the way down to the crisp formal yet sweet and real smile.
She looks like she actually belongs here.
And I never will.
Me, I look like I was adopted, I always feel like everyone thinks that too, I don’t resemble my parents as much as Destiny. I’m the wild child, different from the whole set, it’s so bizarre sometimes to be hanging with Destiny and she does something so…our parents that it makes me pause. All though she will never be them, she’s too sweet, innocent, and trusting.
Sometimes I wonder of they amor us at all, other’s I wonder if they just amor Destiny. I know it’s wrong to think that, but they way the treat us always makes me question.
Destiny nudges me as I take a seat. “What took tu so long, I was starting to wonder if tu were still asleep.”
I shrug as I pick up my fork and play with my food, not hungry. “You know it’s a stressing time for me.”
Destiny nods sympathetically. “I know, the whole family is tense, but don’t worry were all be fine.”
“How come your not?” I ask, feeling childish jealousy ripple through me at her perfect attire and professional looking make-up.
Destiny shrugs, but she’s grinning. “Jess and I have been hanging out for the couple of weeks, getting out of this house. tu should to? Wanna registrarse us?”
At the name of Jessica I involuntarily hold the urge to roll my eyes, it’s not that I don’t like her, because I do, I really do. But ever since she met Destiny in middle school, I haven’t seen much of Destiny, we still hang out a lot, but not as much as we use to.
Thus, another reason why I’m stalling to stay here. I’ve been thinking of taking her with me. And these college midterms are killing me, I don’t know if I could handle that responsibility. But Destiny is mature, and she can help out with the groceries, she’s got a wad of cash in her closet under a floorboard that tu have to pry open. She won’t mind.
“Maybe.” I tell her, knowing fully well I can’t, me and the gang are heading out tonight, Meredith’s telling me I have to come, and it would be awesome.
I smirk to myself, feeling my spirits lift up as I remember her mysterious style.
“Well, I have to go school.” Destiny says, plopping her dishes in the sink. “Drive me?”
“I can’t.” I tell her, and her face shows disappointment, I have to stop myself from changing my mind, because I always hated when Destiny was sad o disappointed. And me causing it made it worse.
Destiny nods. “Gotta catch the bus then.”
I sigh as I hear the front door close, I get my bags and head out the door too.
*Thanks for reading! Please review, o fan, and don't copy. Really appreciated :) Part two of Dorthy's point of view tomorrow ;)*
~Genre: Fiction, mystery, and I guess fantasía :)*
Chapter 25
Dorothy’s point of view
I touch her journal. “I’m going to try something,” I tell my friends. “So don’t freak out unless I start bleeding o jerking o something unusually.”
Jess nods, use to the routine, she turns to Cadence. “Get ready rookie, and don’t freak out, I know when to panic.”
Cadence looking confused and a bit scared nods, as he watches me.
I close my eyes, and concentrate hard. This was something Dorothy touched, and I can feel her imprint on here, I’ve been doing this since Dorothy’s death with items to make a few buck o something. I get these vibes off them, and it’s like I’m popped into the person’s body, o I’m watching them but here their thoughts without actually feeling them myself. This has to mostrar me about anything of Dorothy, because she used this a lot, I can feel it from the imprint.
And just like that I’m popped into another world, into another body, into another’s thoughts. And I forget everything, but of what that person is thinking.
Because now in this moment, I am them.
It’s morning, a bit dreary but nothing that good old Dorothy Lorean can’t face, I walk up to my mirror and but on a bright smile.
“Dorothy! Breakfast’s ready!” My little sister, Destiny yells from downstairs.
“Coming!” I tell her, hoping that our parents aren’t down there. I could already feel the burn of their disapproving glances, I could just hear their voices say ‘half a year, and then your out of this house’.
I know I’m stalling to stay, I could find any place because people are willing to help me. It’s not like I want to stay, I’m only stalling for Destiny, I could get a job and pay rent easily, I’m just worried what would happen to her without me.
Our parents…there not exactly loving, they never planned on having children, they took all precautions to not, but those obviously didn’t work considering Destiny and I exist.
I put on some make-up and run downstairs, Destiny looks up from her plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage to give me the smile that I absolutely love. I’ve always thought, that ever since Destiny was born, I’d hate her. She looked like an exact replica of our parents, she’s even got the scorching glare down, the disapproving glances, all the way down to the crisp formal yet sweet and real smile.
She looks like she actually belongs here.
And I never will.
Me, I look like I was adopted, I always feel like everyone thinks that too, I don’t resemble my parents as much as Destiny. I’m the wild child, different from the whole set, it’s so bizarre sometimes to be hanging with Destiny and she does something so…our parents that it makes me pause. All though she will never be them, she’s too sweet, innocent, and trusting.
Sometimes I wonder of they amor us at all, other’s I wonder if they just amor Destiny. I know it’s wrong to think that, but they way the treat us always makes me question.
Destiny nudges me as I take a seat. “What took tu so long, I was starting to wonder if tu were still asleep.”
I shrug as I pick up my fork and play with my food, not hungry. “You know it’s a stressing time for me.”
Destiny nods sympathetically. “I know, the whole family is tense, but don’t worry were all be fine.”
“How come your not?” I ask, feeling childish jealousy ripple through me at her perfect attire and professional looking make-up.
Destiny shrugs, but she’s grinning. “Jess and I have been hanging out for the couple of weeks, getting out of this house. tu should to? Wanna registrarse us?”
At the name of Jessica I involuntarily hold the urge to roll my eyes, it’s not that I don’t like her, because I do, I really do. But ever since she met Destiny in middle school, I haven’t seen much of Destiny, we still hang out a lot, but not as much as we use to.
Thus, another reason why I’m stalling to stay here. I’ve been thinking of taking her with me. And these college midterms are killing me, I don’t know if I could handle that responsibility. But Destiny is mature, and she can help out with the groceries, she’s got a wad of cash in her closet under a floorboard that tu have to pry open. She won’t mind.
“Maybe.” I tell her, knowing fully well I can’t, me and the gang are heading out tonight, Meredith’s telling me I have to come, and it would be awesome.
I smirk to myself, feeling my spirits lift up as I remember her mysterious style.
“Well, I have to go school.” Destiny says, plopping her dishes in the sink. “Drive me?”
“I can’t.” I tell her, and her face shows disappointment, I have to stop myself from changing my mind, because I always hated when Destiny was sad o disappointed. And me causing it made it worse.
Destiny nods. “Gotta catch the bus then.”
I sigh as I hear the front door close, I get my bags and head out the door too.
*Thanks for reading! Please review, o fan, and don't copy. Really appreciated :) Part two of Dorthy's point of view tomorrow ;)*
