The Seer's New Life
After all these years, a girl discovers that her mom isn't dead. Her dad then decided to tell her that she will be staying with her for a year. Now, she's mad. The only place she can find solace is in her friends and the deep woods that border the edge of her mother's farm.
ALEXANDRA
My life had been normal until that day. Well, as normal as it was for me. I live in Europe with my dad. I have no idea where my mother is or if she's even alive. I've never seen her; my dad has always taken care of me. I also have a wolf. Yeah, you heard-um, read right: a wolf. I found her in Mexico when I was eight. Her mother had been shot so I raised her from a cub with no help whatsoever. My dad is in the Foreign Service Office for the State Department. During his assignments, he took me with him. I got to do many fun things, like bargain in Turkish markets, explore the jungles of Africa, and even learn jujitsu in Tokyo. Yet, no matter where we went, there was always a library (or at least a place to buy books). I'd read for hours, waiting for my dad to finish his job, so that we could tour the city (or town).
That day, however, we didn't go to explore the town. Well, I did but I wasn't in the mood to enjoy it. I had been reading a book outside in the sun when he told me. I hadn't worried about the sun. We had been in Cairo five months and the sun had already bleached my skin and hair white. They matched my eyes, which were so near to colorless that in direct light they looked silver. You'd also notice that instead of my pupils being black that they were the color of old gold coins with gold flecks. When my dad gave me the news, however, they turned black with anger.
"Lexi, I'm afraid I have some bad news. We have to go back to Italy tomorrow. There's been a change of plans. The State Department is sending me to Haiti for twelve months." I frowned slightly then, perked back up.
"Well, I'd really been enjoying Cairo but I guess Haiti is okay." I say, standing up and shutting my book. My dad placed a hand on my arm and stood up too.
"Lexi, I'm afraid you're not coming with me. It's too dangerous. Haiti is on the brink of political collapse and where I'm staying isn't good for children or teens."
"Who will I stay with?" I asked, biting my lip. It was something I did when I was confused about something. I watched as my dad took a deep breath. This made me even more confused. My dad wasn't scared of anything.
"You're staying with your mother," he said, rushing his words together. My jaw dropped in surprise just before I was consumed in anger. My teeth clicked as I quickly snapped my mouth closed.
"I don't have a mother," I said tightly.
"Yes, you do." he said firmly. "She's married to a guy in Montana. They live on a ranch with his two kids and a son of their own."
"I don't have a mother," I repeated, clenching my teeth. I was trying to control my temper.
"I know how much this must hurt but, I can't take you with me and there's no one who can keep you. I've already called and, she agreed to it."
"You don't know! Did you're mother abandon you?! No!" I screamed at him. "You've never stayed awake hoping that tomorrow you'd wake up and she'd be there! Or thinking maybe something you did, made her leave! Or just maybe that she didn't want you! Huh?! Did you?!" I looked at the stunned expression on my dad's face. "I didn't think so!" I yelled before jumping on my motorcycle and riding away. I could hear my dad calling me but I ignored him. All I knew was that I had to get away. I couldn't think when I was this angry.
ALEXANDER
I spent the rest of the day riding around the city looking for Lexi. I know I shouldn't have just sprung it on her like that but I figured it would be like pulling off a band-aid, quick. I had forgotten the pain that this could cause. However, I hadn't expected her to blow up like she did. I expected a few words of anger or delighted surprise but not a complete blow-up. She was sitting by the dunes when I found me. For a moment, we just sat there in silence.
"Thinking about what I said?" I inquired.
"Trying to pretend it isn't true," she replied. After that, we were quiet again. She sighed. "Twelve," Lexi said.
"Huh?" I asked, confused. I was pretty sure I hadn't said anything.
"Twelve. That's how old I was when I stopped praying that she'd come back. I figured that if she hadn't wanted me when I was a kid then, she definitely wouldn't want me when I'm a teenager or adult." I sat there, stunned. This was something I hadn't known. If
I had, I would have tried harder to find another placement for her.
"I didn't know," I said suddenly. She turned toward me and raised a questioning brow. "I didn't know you felt that way about your mother." Lexi laughed humorlessly.
"I hadn't wanted you to know," she said. Once again, there was an awkward silence. Lexi sighed. "I'm sorry Dad," she said, glancing at me. I looked back at me. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. You didn't leave me and never come back." I just stared at me. Then, I sighed and looked away.
"Lexi, your mom did come back once." I said.
My life had been normal until that day. Well, as normal as it was for me. I live in Europe with my dad. I have no idea where my mother is or if she's even alive. I've never seen her; my dad has always taken care of me. I also have a wolf. Yeah, you heard-um, read right: a wolf. I found her in Mexico when I was eight. Her mother had been shot so I raised her from a cub with no help whatsoever. My dad is in the Foreign Service Office for the State Department. During his assignments, he took me with him. I got to do many fun things, like bargain in Turkish markets, explore the jungles of Africa, and even learn jujitsu in Tokyo. Yet, no matter where we went, there was always a library (or at least a place to buy books). I'd read for hours, waiting for my dad to finish his job, so that we could tour the city (or town).
That day, however, we didn't go to explore the town. Well, I did but I wasn't in the mood to enjoy it. I had been reading a book outside in the sun when he told me. I hadn't worried about the sun. We had been in Cairo five months and the sun had already bleached my skin and hair white. They matched my eyes, which were so near to colorless that in direct light they looked silver. You'd also notice that instead of my pupils being black that they were the color of old gold coins with gold flecks. When my dad gave me the news, however, they turned black with anger.
"Lexi, I'm afraid I have some bad news. We have to go back to Italy tomorrow. There's been a change of plans. The State Department is sending me to Haiti for twelve months." I frowned slightly then, perked back up.
"Well, I'd really been enjoying Cairo but I guess Haiti is okay." I say, standing up and shutting my book. My dad placed a hand on my arm and stood up too.
"Lexi, I'm afraid you're not coming with me. It's too dangerous. Haiti is on the brink of political collapse and where I'm staying isn't good for children or teens."
"Who will I stay with?" I asked, biting my lip. It was something I did when I was confused about something. I watched as my dad took a deep breath. This made me even more confused. My dad wasn't scared of anything.
"You're staying with your mother," he said, rushing his words together. My jaw dropped in surprise just before I was consumed in anger. My teeth clicked as I quickly snapped my mouth closed.
"I don't have a mother," I said tightly.
"Yes, you do." he said firmly. "She's married to a guy in Montana. They live on a ranch with his two kids and a son of their own."
"I don't have a mother," I repeated, clenching my teeth. I was trying to control my temper.
"I know how much this must hurt but, I can't take you with me and there's no one who can keep you. I've already called and, she agreed to it."
"You don't know! Did you're mother abandon you?! No!" I screamed at him. "You've never stayed awake hoping that tomorrow you'd wake up and she'd be there! Or thinking maybe something you did, made her leave! Or just maybe that she didn't want you! Huh?! Did you?!" I looked at the stunned expression on my dad's face. "I didn't think so!" I yelled before jumping on my motorcycle and riding away. I could hear my dad calling me but I ignored him. All I knew was that I had to get away. I couldn't think when I was this angry.
ALEXANDER
I spent the rest of the day riding around the city looking for Lexi. I know I shouldn't have just sprung it on her like that but I figured it would be like pulling off a band-aid, quick. I had forgotten the pain that this could cause. However, I hadn't expected her to blow up like she did. I expected a few words of anger or delighted surprise but not a complete blow-up. She was sitting by the dunes when I found me. For a moment, we just sat there in silence.
"Thinking about what I said?" I inquired.
"Trying to pretend it isn't true," she replied. After that, we were quiet again. She sighed. "Twelve," Lexi said.
"Huh?" I asked, confused. I was pretty sure I hadn't said anything.
"Twelve. That's how old I was when I stopped praying that she'd come back. I figured that if she hadn't wanted me when I was a kid then, she definitely wouldn't want me when I'm a teenager or adult." I sat there, stunned. This was something I hadn't known. If
I had, I would have tried harder to find another placement for her.
"I didn't know," I said suddenly. She turned toward me and raised a questioning brow. "I didn't know you felt that way about your mother." Lexi laughed humorlessly.
"I hadn't wanted you to know," she said. Once again, there was an awkward silence. Lexi sighed. "I'm sorry Dad," she said, glancing at me. I looked back at me. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. You didn't leave me and never come back." I just stared at me. Then, I sighed and looked away.
"Lexi, your mom did come back once." I said.
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