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nymphs,
unicorns and fairies.
    A magnificent crystal waterfall, falling
like pixie dust on a midnight clear, rose above a swirling pond of
sapphire water, its edges surrounded with clusters of clear quartz
crystals and translucent stones of different colors and patterns. I
reached a flattened rock and sat down on its smoky, see-through
surface. I looked around mesmerized, the enchanting sound of the
water coursing through me, playing upon my soul.
    Then, in the depths of the sapphire crystal
waters, a bright silver orb caught my attention.
     
     
     
     
    5.
EXPECTATION
     
    I woke up.
    Light leaked through a narrow space between
the curtains. I focused my eyes on the digital clock on the desk.
It displayed a large red seven with a twenty on the side. I
groaned. I wasn’t supposed to get up this early on a Saturday. I
needed more sleep. And I loved to sleep in on weekends. It was the
only time of the week when I didn’t have to wake up startled by a
hideous, earsplitting alarm.
    Ruidoso was messing up my morning
rituals—and dreams. What was that waterfall about? And the orb? My
dreams were getting more confusing. I looked down at my hands. That
sharp tingling sensation was inside them again. What was the matter
with me? First the nightmare, then Tristan, and
then… this ?
    Ugh. Well, now that I was awake, I’d better
start with all the heavy work I had ahead. Things did happen for a
reason. A lot of boxes were waiting to be opened and my hands were
the ones in charge of that operation.
     
    Sooner than expected, the whole weekend flew
away and the unpacking mission ended successfully. The huge tomb of
mutilated trees that was my house didn’t look like a warehouse
anymore, and the best thing had been the distraction. My mind had
been too busy to think of him .
    But now anxiety fluttered in my stomach just
to think I would see him today at school. Will he ignore me? Expectation rumbled inside of me.
    “How was your weekend?” Valerie asked me as
we walked down the crowded hallway. Green flyers were pinned on the
white walls—something about supporting the Warriors.
    “It was…entertaining.” I decided to keep
Tristan’s episode to myself.
    “Entertaining? You should’ve seen the movie
we saw on Friday night,” Owen said. “There was action, blood, lungs
everywhere—and this dude…” Owen kept prattling as I looked at
Valerie for an immediate rescue. She rolled her eyes and shrugged,
as if telling me she couldn’t do anything about it. So we just
walked along with Owen, pretending we were listening until we
reached the cafeteria. “—and the bad dude wasn’t really the—”
    “Owen!” Valerie called, cutting his prattle.
“Time to eat?”
    He turned and looked at the annoyed woman
who was waiting for him to order. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I want, uh,
three cheeseburgers, fries, coleslaw, a coke—oh, and a peanut
butter brownie. No, make that two.” Nothing strange for a football
player, I guess. He needed to fill that reservoir of his to
have enough energy for all the running and blocking thing.
    Tristan wasn’t in the cafeteria—again. It
seemed he didn’t like to eat here, which made me wonder if his dad
was a great cook, too. Dean wasn’t at his table either. At
least , I told myself, I’ll be eating relaxed . I didn’t
want unpleasant glares from Chloe during lunch.
    I took a mouthful of coleslaw, listening to
Owen’s babbling in the background, when a chair scraped across from
me. I drew up my head and saw Dean holding his food tray. “Hey,” he
smiled. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
    “No, it’s fine,” I lied.
    The girls aside were chattering pretty close
to each other and eyeballing at me. Others were staring dreamy-eyed
at Dean. Ugh, more enemies to my pocket for sure . I
looked away, trying to ignore them, and spotted two gray eyes
staring at me from a table located in the opposite corner of the
room.
    I choked and turned back my head to its
former position.
    “Are you okay?”