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Daylight
Life is like a game the same rules apply, if you don?t play your cards right its game over but what if losing wasn?t an option, What if you had to keep playing this endless game? And as your playing only other players are able die, wouldn?t you wish for a gun to be pointed towards you for once so you can finally end this? My life is a game I meet players and lose them and trust me when I say it is no piece of cake.
I was stuck in one of those dark boxed visions I normally have when my eyes are shut, But it seemed real I could see them smiling at me my mother and father. Opening their arms and welcoming me to them. Dream or not all I want now is to be in there arms away from this dark box and rest safely in there arm. As I ran to my angels yelling out their names to make sure I got their attentions the dark box was becoming larger. Then I just stood there watching my parents leave me again as I become just a helpless enfant. As they vanished i felt alone again, is this destiny being alone?
?No!? I shouted as I landed on the floor (like always).
?Oh…it?s just a dream? i said to myself and quick look at the clock got me jumping out of bed to my bathroom. Another late day of school i thought to myself and quickly brushed my glossy dark brown hair and pulled it into a bun. I took a quick glance in the mirror staring at my gray shirt and black sweat pants. My tan skin camouflaged my dark bags under my dark brown eyes from my sleepless nights.
?Wow I don?t look too bad for a 10 second cleanup? laughed at myself, I really looked like an underwater sea monster.
Well i guess it?s about time I start introducing myself, My name is Sabrina Milton, I am a fifteen year old giant teen who lives? with her grandparent. Both my mom and dad were murdered when i was five but i don?t have much memory on them yet strangely I keep having these daily visions of them. The only think i remember was being alone in a dark attic crying. As of yet my life is just a normal boring everyday life but it all starts to change very soon.
?Sabrina you?re late for school once again breakfast is in the car with grandpa my muffin!? Grandma yelled from the door. So my day started of pretty normal well the late part not the ?My muffin? part. I quickly zipped up my sweater and was off for another day of school-fantastic. My grandma held my head with her hands and stared right into my eye?s
?Look at you, don?t even remember your own birthday. You are to forgetful …just like your mother but today it?s like I?m staring into my daughter eyes again? my grandma said as her voice broke into tears. Just kissed my cheek and then it her conversation hit me. It was my birthday, I?m sixteen today…But I thought it was next week how could i let this day pass by, this is also they say my parents died.
?It?s ok grandma…But if you?re ok with it can I go visit their graves after school just to put in their birthday gifts?? I whispered and went out the door when I saw her nod.
When i went into our old Pontiac 2005 car i noticed a gift on the passenger seat. I looked ahead and smiled at my grandpa but he looked very confused
?It?s not from us we got it from the mail, you get ours later on…look at the card it?s probably from one of your friend?s? He grinned. I was even more confused than he was, I hardly have many friends I?m known to be antisocial but then who would buy me it. I quickly open the pink card which had ?Happy sweet sixteen? all over it. As I skimmed through the card looking for a name my heart felt like it stopped. The shock was exhilarating, there in blue pen it had written
Love: Mom and dad!
This had to be a dream, it was impossible and ridiculous, my parents died eleven year ago what kind of sick show was this? I noticed my grandpa looking back from the seat staring at my face expression and looked scared himself.
?Its ok grandpa I was just surprise someone bought me such a nice card that?s all…? I replied to his silent question. He shook his head and murmured something silently to himself. My grandfather wasn?t much of a talker since mother talked. He usually keeps to himself and almost never stops watching the news.
He stopped in front of my worn out and destroyed looking school. Most bricks were out of place with cigarettes serrated everywhere, the school doors took much strength to open with pigeons everywhere. Everyday I get more surprised of how the health department hasn?t shut it down.
?Bye grandpa see you later? I said and noticed that the gift i received was still nicely wrapped and waiting for me to open it. I grabbed that in my way out. Grandpa nodded at me and grinned. I quickly ran inside pushing the doors open and rushed into class (this had to be the first time i came to class early). As i rushed through the halls i realised that there was no one in the halls, Not even a teacher. I quickly ran to class and scanned the classroom…Still no one in site.
?Just my luck…It was pro
, He was wearing a leather turtle necked sweater and pants with black boots. He was fairly handsome with his blue eyes shining at me. His messy brunette hair could be better though. I followed the man into a dark car which looked like it came from a batman movie. He grinned at me and opened the front door of the car. The car was soft leather in the inside and looked very expensive. He started the car and moved on straight ahead.
?What?s going on, how do you know my parents?? I asked
?There?s not much I was told except for the fact of you being very important? He said with a large smile.
I stiffened up and looked straight in the road. The rest of the ride was quiet and calm as we entered an underground parking lot. He got out of the car and opened the door for me. The place was empty except for a huge metal door with a small box that looked like a mini calculator. This reminded me of those spy movies, Top secret agency on the other side. Adam quickly punched in the numbers and tho
probably a holiday? I said quietly. I sat in front of my locker and opened the pink gift. There was nowhere else to go and home was too far to walk especially when it was the middle of December with cold Washington breeze. I ripped off the gift wrapping and saw a beautiful box surrounded by gems. My name was carved with the fanciest handwriting I had ever seen. I pulled open the box and a familiarly song was playing from it. There i noticed a small letter with dark black ink in it.
To our lovely daughter Sabrina
Happy birthday sweetheart, it?s so hard to believe our beautiful baby girl is so old. We?re sorry for not be there your whole life and it would be a blessing for us to be as a family. But if you are reading this letter is means we aren?t there kissing and hugging you on your sixteenth birthday Please don?t think that we left you because we will always be right beside you in your heart. We asked a friend of mine to send you this gift and this letter when you were at the right
age. You are not just an average girl but instead one of the most specialist little girl alive. You have the ability to save many lives hunny, which is why once you read this letter listen to everything you are told because it is no lie. Don?t worry one bit because an angel like you will never be alone. We wish you the greatest years of your life and to always be happy.
Love forever,
Mom and Dad!
There was a tear flowing down my eyes as i reached the end of my parents last letter, I would give up anything right now to be with them, safe in their arms. But what did they mean about being special and saving peoples? lives. The only great thing I?ve done was put my leg behind my head.
?Excuse me miss, my name is Adam and if you may please come with me? A mysterious voice said. I turn back but realised that this was what my parents were referring to when they said ?listen to everything you are told? i got up and stared at what seemed to be a 24 year-old man, He wa
, He was wearing a leather turtle necked sweater and pants with black boots. He was fairly handsome with his blue eyes shining at me. His messy brunette hair could be better though. I followed the man into a dark car which looked like it came from a batman movie. He grinned at me and opened the front door of the car. The car was soft leather in the inside and looked very expensive. He started the car and moved on straight ahead.
?What?s going on, how do you know my parents?? I asked
?There?s not much I was told except for the fact of you being very important? He said with a large smile.
I stiffened up and looked straight in the road.

Sun, 17 May 2009 19:20:26 GMT

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