It’s Sunday and I know that if the repetition started today then the whole week will be repeated, I look at what I made and sure enough my breakfast of eggs and toast changes to a left over massacre of a snack binge from the “night before”, a night so long ago when I cried about Saul. But, no time for tears, I wipe away a forming tear from my tear duct and say, “I’m on a mission to find Saul,and I need answers. He wouldn’t just leave me, not for this long without any sign of communication unless something was wrong” I say to myself.

‘For the 8 weeks that I didn’t notice anything, I’ve had to deal with other issues… like that BOY!’ I sneer to the side “pfffft”. ‘Stupid boy.’

“Wait a second…” flashbacks of the past 8 weeks rush my mind. ‘He was always different… he… was always… DIFFERENT!’ Shook, I stand there and re count so many times when he talked to me. They are all different.

I always tried to get away from him and he always found me. EVERYONE acted the same way but he didn’t… he always reacted to my actions. I cover my mouth with my hand in disbelief and take a seat .

That stupid son of a bitch, who used an orange to fight a goddamn monster, the same boy who hasn’t stopped pestering me about meeting him after school…. could he? I’ve caught him looking at me a few times, almost wishing I’d somehow recognize who he is, but…. I can’t help but feel freaked out about a guy who just looks at me that way. Is he after revenge? For what? Not recognizing him…? Nah. And then he wants me to meet him after school?

‘That feeling!’

I look through my clues and write it down. Quickly, I hide my paperwork and place it in a secret place. That feeling of being watched again. Coming back to my kitchen table, I get another coffee and think.

‘I might be judging just a little too harshly, I recognize that, but let’s be real. A magic infused dude pops out of nowhere, just in time to fight a horrible monster, and then a family member disappears; it doesn’t sound like a coincidence to me,… it must be connected somehow, it has to be. Gosh, after so many weeks of him asking me to meet him maybe he was the connection to Saul that I needed all along!’ Hope begins to arise in my heart.

“No.”

‘Stop it.’

“Don’t get your hopes too high.” I tell myself.

‘For all I know, what this guy wants might have nothing to do with Saul leaving. I need to be smart about this. We need to meet in a public place, with close police surveillance. I have never forgotten who I am, and what I potentially mean to other people who might recognize me. The last thing I need is for a ransom to be asked for and because I have no one right now, it wouldn’t get paid.’ I begin to sit once again at my table and think, ‘Should I take that risk?’

“Is that right?” a male voice from the window says.

I turn around so fast I feel like I almost gave myself whiplash, but there is no one there. I run to the window, open it and look around and yell “Who ever you are, leave me alone! I will find out who you are!!” angered and annoyed I yell.

I look at my neighbors and they stare. I know I’m not crazy. I know that I need to be careful. Part of me is scared to holy hell that I feel like I want to go back with my aunt and uncle because at least there I would know what to expect. I force a laugh, “No, what you know is how bad it was. What I know is that even alone and here,” I take a deep breath, “I am better than I was before” I reassure myself.

‘For my inner peace,…’ I place my right hand over my heart, ‘for my state of mind,…’ I place my other hand over the first, ‘…and to cross off all possibilities; Yes, I should take the risk.’ I whisper “Saul wouldn’t stop looking for me, and I can’t stop looking for my dad,…”

Shocked I think ‘My Dad? I never realized how much I cared about Saul.’ I tear up.

I have a viable solution, I’ll meet Michael next Monday after school. That will give me time to search and prep the local where we will meet and he will talk to me about whatever it is he needs to talk to me about. All right, its time for me to get ready. A night out, here I come!

Monday the next day.

I know what route I have to take to avoid the people who I now know not to talk to. The repercussions of those actions I’ve already lived through once.

From Above.

‘There she is! I’d say right on time, but you were never one to be poignant, just one to get there when needed most.’ He observes her, she avoids contacting person #1, and dodges #2, accepted the invite for next Monday (hehehehe looks like I got her) from person #3, and SHE MADE IT to period 1. ‘Looks like she learned from her past mistakes, her training is going well. I just hope she’s the right one. I don’t need another useless psychic.’

An announcement as Period 1 settles down:

Reminder to all students to walk in pairs as there have been reports on an unidentifiable adult wearing a disguise. Some students and parents have yet to respond to some missing reports. Please be advised to walk in pairs everyday and do not, under any circumstances, go anywhere alone. Including while on campus. Thank you.