Hey, sorry I haven't updated lately but balancing school and cheer leading practice gets kind of hectic. I was also reading the Inkheart series and I put that first before writing. Also I was in Publix the other day with my aunt and the song on the speaker caught my attention. I really liked it so I typed in the lyrics that I heard, and the song was Not My Time by 3 doors down. I was watching the video and it gave me and idea. What if, there is a girl who could see future events that will claim the lives of people when its not their time. And its her job to save them before it happens. I'll post a scene so you can tell me what you think.
The noise of the city surrounded me, seeping through the walls, swallowing me whole. I was sitting on the floor of my apartment, legs crossed and eyes closed, rubbing my temples. I took deep even breaths and gave in to the pull in the back of my mind.
All the sound was cut off and images swirled behind my closed lids.
A group of kids standing on a street corner. A girl with brown hair standing a little ways away under a lamp post, she had her phone out.
I saw the screen, she was sending a text message to her parents asking them to come pick her up. When they answered she snapped her phone shut and slipped it in her pocket. I caught a glimpse of the small white numbers on her screen. It was 9:45.
She wrapped her arms around her torso trying to keep warm. She watched her breath rise as she breathed in and out.
She looked down the road for her mother's car, and I saw the name of the street. Then a pair of head lights emerged from the darkness coming closer, and a black Sedan stopped in front of her momentarily. The window was rolled down and conversation passed between the girl and the driver. She shook her head at something he said then the passenger door opened and she was dragged in, kicking and screaming. The kids on the curb to high to notice.
The vision blurred and I saw the same Sedan pull into a garbage dump. The driver's door opened and a man stepped out and walked to the trunk. He pulled a large black trash bag and threw it into the dump, got back into the car and sped off.
Leaving the bag laying motionless in a heap in the dark.
The vision ended and the sound flooded back. I opened my eyes and found myself back in my apartment living room, legs crossed and eyes opened, rubbing my temples. I looked at the clock on my wall. 8:57. I jumped to my feet and grabbed my keys off the counter and raced out the door, not caring that I was bare foot, not caring that I was in sweats and a T-shirt, all that mattered right now was finding that brown haired girl on the street corner before the guys in the black Sedan.
Because it was not her time.
The noise of the city surrounded me, seeping through the walls, swallowing me whole. I was sitting on the floor of my apartment, legs crossed and eyes closed, rubbing my temples. I took deep even breaths and gave in to the pull in the back of my mind.
All the sound was cut off and images swirled behind my closed lids.
A group of kids standing on a street corner. A girl with brown hair standing a little ways away under a lamp post, she had her phone out.
I saw the screen, she was sending a text message to her parents asking them to come pick her up. When they answered she snapped her phone shut and slipped it in her pocket. I caught a glimpse of the small white numbers on her screen. It was 9:45.
She wrapped her arms around her torso trying to keep warm. She watched her breath rise as she breathed in and out.
She looked down the road for her mother's car, and I saw the name of the street. Then a pair of head lights emerged from the darkness coming closer, and a black Sedan stopped in front of her momentarily. The window was rolled down and conversation passed between the girl and the driver. She shook her head at something he said then the passenger door opened and she was dragged in, kicking and screaming. The kids on the curb to high to notice.
The vision blurred and I saw the same Sedan pull into a garbage dump. The driver's door opened and a man stepped out and walked to the trunk. He pulled a large black trash bag and threw it into the dump, got back into the car and sped off.
Leaving the bag laying motionless in a heap in the dark.
The vision ended and the sound flooded back. I opened my eyes and found myself back in my apartment living room, legs crossed and eyes opened, rubbing my temples. I looked at the clock on my wall. 8:57. I jumped to my feet and grabbed my keys off the counter and raced out the door, not caring that I was bare foot, not caring that I was in sweats and a T-shirt, all that mattered right now was finding that brown haired girl on the street corner before the guys in the black Sedan.
Because it was not her time.
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