D-Jumper Ch 2
"Ms. Sumter! Are anda going to gabung us?" I'm jolted back to reality oleh my English teacher.
"Yes. Sorry Sir." I apologize sheepishly. I hear a few snickers from my classmates. I hated this class so much.
I feel my phone buzz, and discreetly take a look. It was from Rocky, my best friend.
Hey, r u ok? U look out of it.
I look up at her and nod my head.
"Ms. Sumter! Pay attention. I will not tell anda again!" Mr. Houseon scolded.
"Sorry," I apologize again. I give Rocky an accusatory look. She smiles in response. I sit and look at Mr. Houseon, not actually listening. My vision started to fog over like when I was little. I sit still and let it take over. Anything would be better than English class. As the fog cleared I found myself in the dandelion field. I hadn't been here since I was nine. It hadn't change at all from what I could tell. I took in the familiar scent and sight. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something red. I turn and look, but its gone. I continue to look but can't find it. I shake it off and continue to reminisce. Once again I catch it. I turn and see a little girl in a red shirt.
"Umm, Hello?" I call.
"Hello! Who are you? How did anda get here? Do anda live here too?" She rapidly asks questions. I took a step back. I wasn't expecting her to be so friendly.
"Um, I'm Kodi, I don't know, and no, I don't," I answered as fast as she had asked.
"Oh. anda must not be very good then,"
" Very good at what?" I ask. This kid was lebih ADD than I ever was.
"At dimension jumping, duh. anda must not be very good if anda don't even know what anda did," She berkata condescendingly.
"Who do anda think anda are? No wonder you're all alone. You're a very rude little girl," I say, slightly offended. She looked hurt. "I'm sorry, I'm just very confused. I've been here a lot before and I've never met anyone. anda berkata anda lived here?" I soften my tone. She looks less hurt, but still cautious.
"You can't have been here before. I've lived here my whole life and never met you. Others yes, but not you."
"How old are you? And what's your name? And what do anda mean others?" I ask. Holy crap she was rubbing off on me already.
" My name is Rachel and I'm ten. And I mean other dimension jumpers. Like Caleb. He was really nice to me."
"You keep mentioning dimension jumping. What is that?" I ask. I knew my daydreams were different from everyone else, but this one was even weird for me.
Rachel looked at me like I was crazy, which I probably was.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"How is that relevant to this?"
"Just answer my question," she berkata with attitude. I rolled my eyes in response. Rachel was the essence of me at that age.
"I'm sixteen. Why?"
"That explains a lot. Most don't start till their eighteen. Other don't start till 21. You're a special case." For being only ten, she sure knew a lot lebih than I seemed to.
"Start what exactly?"
"Jumping. anda have the ability to "jump" from dimension to dimension. It's normally a family trait passed on to at least one kid. My older brother was one." I caught a hint of sadness at the mention of her brother, but wait....
"If you've lived here your whole life, did anda have a family that lived here with you?" So many things about this hurt my head. I wouldn't mind if Mr. Houston would yell at me to snap me out of this strange dream.
" Not really. There was this one jumper who came lebih than others and he became like my brother."
"What happened to him?"
"I don't want talk about it." Something was wrong here.
"KODI!" I heard my name shouted from a distance atau my own dimension? My vision started to cloud.
"Listen Rachel, chances are I'll be back here. I've never been to any other dimension besides this one, I think. I'll try and find you, but I'm being pulled back to my dimension," and as I berkata that last bit, I was brought back to English with Rocky staring at me.
"What is with anda today? anda weren't asleep but it was like anda were hypnotized atau something." Her look of concern told me I was out longer than normal.
" Just a really short attention span I guess. My meds must not be working," I shrug it off. Meds not working was my usual excuse and Rocky normally believed it.
"You need to get that fixed soon. Come on, let's go get some food in you. Maybe that'll help you."
"Yeah," I agree, knowing food wouldn't solve this.
"Ms. Sumter! Are anda going to gabung us?" I'm jolted back to reality oleh my English teacher.
"Yes. Sorry Sir." I apologize sheepishly. I hear a few snickers from my classmates. I hated this class so much.
I feel my phone buzz, and discreetly take a look. It was from Rocky, my best friend.
Hey, r u ok? U look out of it.
I look up at her and nod my head.
"Ms. Sumter! Pay attention. I will not tell anda again!" Mr. Houseon scolded.
"Sorry," I apologize again. I give Rocky an accusatory look. She smiles in response. I sit and look at Mr. Houseon, not actually listening. My vision started to fog over like when I was little. I sit still and let it take over. Anything would be better than English class. As the fog cleared I found myself in the dandelion field. I hadn't been here since I was nine. It hadn't change at all from what I could tell. I took in the familiar scent and sight. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something red. I turn and look, but its gone. I continue to look but can't find it. I shake it off and continue to reminisce. Once again I catch it. I turn and see a little girl in a red shirt.
"Umm, Hello?" I call.
"Hello! Who are you? How did anda get here? Do anda live here too?" She rapidly asks questions. I took a step back. I wasn't expecting her to be so friendly.
"Um, I'm Kodi, I don't know, and no, I don't," I answered as fast as she had asked.
"Oh. anda must not be very good then,"
" Very good at what?" I ask. This kid was lebih ADD than I ever was.
"At dimension jumping, duh. anda must not be very good if anda don't even know what anda did," She berkata condescendingly.
"Who do anda think anda are? No wonder you're all alone. You're a very rude little girl," I say, slightly offended. She looked hurt. "I'm sorry, I'm just very confused. I've been here a lot before and I've never met anyone. anda berkata anda lived here?" I soften my tone. She looks less hurt, but still cautious.
"You can't have been here before. I've lived here my whole life and never met you. Others yes, but not you."
"How old are you? And what's your name? And what do anda mean others?" I ask. Holy crap she was rubbing off on me already.
" My name is Rachel and I'm ten. And I mean other dimension jumpers. Like Caleb. He was really nice to me."
"You keep mentioning dimension jumping. What is that?" I ask. I knew my daydreams were different from everyone else, but this one was even weird for me.
Rachel looked at me like I was crazy, which I probably was.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"How is that relevant to this?"
"Just answer my question," she berkata with attitude. I rolled my eyes in response. Rachel was the essence of me at that age.
"I'm sixteen. Why?"
"That explains a lot. Most don't start till their eighteen. Other don't start till 21. You're a special case." For being only ten, she sure knew a lot lebih than I seemed to.
"Start what exactly?"
"Jumping. anda have the ability to "jump" from dimension to dimension. It's normally a family trait passed on to at least one kid. My older brother was one." I caught a hint of sadness at the mention of her brother, but wait....
"If you've lived here your whole life, did anda have a family that lived here with you?" So many things about this hurt my head. I wouldn't mind if Mr. Houston would yell at me to snap me out of this strange dream.
" Not really. There was this one jumper who came lebih than others and he became like my brother."
"What happened to him?"
"I don't want talk about it." Something was wrong here.
"KODI!" I heard my name shouted from a distance atau my own dimension? My vision started to cloud.
"Listen Rachel, chances are I'll be back here. I've never been to any other dimension besides this one, I think. I'll try and find you, but I'm being pulled back to my dimension," and as I berkata that last bit, I was brought back to English with Rocky staring at me.
"What is with anda today? anda weren't asleep but it was like anda were hypnotized atau something." Her look of concern told me I was out longer than normal.
" Just a really short attention span I guess. My meds must not be working," I shrug it off. Meds not working was my usual excuse and Rocky normally believed it.
"You need to get that fixed soon. Come on, let's go get some food in you. Maybe that'll help you."
"Yeah," I agree, knowing food wouldn't solve this.
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” berkata Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” berkata Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
anda try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so anda could feel better,
so anda could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
anda need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.
When anda look at the night sky, what do anda see?
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When anda stop and listen to the wind, what do anda hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When anda feel the sun on your back, what do anda think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When anda hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my jantung and soul, drifting on and on.
When anda look at me, what do anda see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When anda stop and listen to the wind, what do anda hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When anda feel the sun on your back, what do anda think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When anda hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my jantung and soul, drifting on and on.
When anda look at me, what do anda see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
Pain!!
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the new Dear Annie
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