A TIME Weaver?!

I look out my window at the field across the river, why am I not there? Most kids my age are there almost every day and don’t long for the touch of wind on their skin or the tickle of the grass as you lay on it. But I do, I can’t even go to school, I’m shacked, secluded from the world, only allowed to hear the giggles of others. I always ask my parents “Why can’t I go outside.” And get answers like “You don’t need to be out there, it’s not that great of a world.” Maybe they are right but they should at least give me a chance. I remember the first day I went outside, I will never forget it. It was windy but I didn’t mind, the sun was warm and the grass dewy and shining, but I only got 5 minutes until I was put back inside, same old inside, bland, boring, and beige, filled with about 100 dusty books and I have gotten around to all of them but even the books are boring. I should stop dwelling on the past though, no need to, because tonight I am running away. Only a few more hours until the sun goes down and my parents leave for a business meeting like every night.
2 Hours Later
I’m running! Running! Faster than I ever had before! Wind making my hair whip at my face, I am almost there to that grassy field, to what I wish I could call home. I cross the bridge now, the one over the rippling river, the sound almost scary but I run to the middle of the bridge, something snags on my dress and I can’t move, I lean down and pull only to fall into the river. I can’t swim I never learned how and the water is moving so fast and the water is getting deeper and deeper. Is this the end? I shouldn’t have left, I’m slipping away…. “What’s” I make out words but are they words? What’s going on? Am I dead? I can’t see, everything’s black. There is a tugging on my arm and the hit of wind against my face am I out of the water? Am I really alive?
“She’s breathing” I hear a voice and my eyes flutter open to see a boy about my age with dark hair and dark eyes and a girl who looks exactly like him her eyes glued on me.
“What are you.” Her voice is bitter and cold.
“Mag, leave her alone she almost drowned.” His eyes pinned her as she backed away muttering “She doesn’t smell human Nate.”
“You think I didn’t notice that?” I sit up, confused.
“I’m leaving now.” I say “thank you.” I begin to walk away but the boy, Nate, tugs on my arm
“Whoa no way you almost drowned and now you’re just going to get up? Plus you have some explaining to do Mag is right what are you?” I scoff.
“A human being.” His eyes narrow and he looks deeply into my eyes.
“A-a weaver?” His eyes widen and the girl, Mag, looks in astonishment.
“I thought they were all dead, she can’t be, but she is.” She says eyes twitching pupils getting bigger and smaller.
What are these people crazy? I’m frustrated now how dare they say I am anything but human “What is a weaver I am a human not some weaver I don’t make blankets or fix fabrics! And let me go I will scream!” He lets go.
“We have to report this to the council they will want to meet her.” He says to Mag
“Good idea.” She answers back.
Nate looks at me “Stay here don’t move.” Then they both vanish into thin air not leaving a sound.
I’m scared, more scared than I ever have been, I run home and quickly shut the door and hear talking
“We found a Time Weaver, drowning in the water, she almost died, but she didn’t know what she was.” That voice, Nate’s voice, I tiptoe a little closer to hear only tripping over a pair of shoes and land on my face, right into their vision.
A gasp “That’s her!” I recognize Mag’s voice, I look up to see Mag, Nate, My father, and my mother in the living room.
“Sierra look at the mess you have gotten us into.” My mother says.
My father, a kind gentle man comes and helps me up “We have some explaining to do Sierra why don’t you have a seat.” Oh yea they definitely have some explaining to do.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.05.2012

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