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Realistic or Modern Home for Unwanted Magical Children

"I honestly got no idea," Dakota tossed the sediment between her left hand and other hand which as not the hand she wrote with. She thought of her right hand like that because she was left handed. She tossed the rock into the air and instead of catching it, it accidentally almost fell on Christian.
 
He dodged it, thank goodness. "I guess it will be unbreakable....the curse of my power. Once its shown...I'll be alone again..."
 
Dakota looked at Christian, "Ice cream?" she asked right out of the blue. From what she knew today she wanted to try to avoid sad moments. She handed him the cone of vanilla ice cream.
 
"If you don't want it, you don't have to," Dakota tried to sound selfless but she was not the nicest person a person could ever meet. Believe it. Well, Xerxes is more cold-hearted.
 
Dakota noticed the floor was blue. Blue like the eyes of her parents, and Xerxes. Memories can in, as she tried to get them out.
 
In her mind, she remembered her mother's and father's appearance, and another were she and her brother were about 5 running towards an ice cream truck. It all came rushing in again. Then she saw herself and Xerxes on a cliff, Dakota's hands pushing Xerxes, towards the edge, then seeing two black vans pull up, her parents yelling and screaming and crying. She tried to get the memories out, she put her hands on her head, biting down, ticked off and just wanting for the visions to go away. Then it showed, Dakota in the hospital bed, when they said she had cancer. Her parents were crying, while Xerxes was just on his cell phone. That heartless jerk.
 
"I'm fine..." she said quietly. A vision of Xerxes locking her in her room, as she banged on the door, screaming and yelling to get out, hearing Xerxes and his friend laughing her small annoying heads off like a bunch of jerks which they were.
 
"Anything could be better. You could shove an image into my mind of a bloody murder and I would be on Cloud 9," she said. Dakota looked back at Christian and said, "someone once said that a person who does not face fear is a person who knows nothing about themselves."
 
"Whoever said that..." Christian said, lowering his hand. "Better person than I..." He looked out the broken glass window.
 
"Please don't think that," Dakota said. She sat down beside Christian again, since she was standing. She checked her simple looking watch. "According to this watch that I bought before I came here for seven bucks, it is 9:46 P.M. I might go to sleep soon. The more rest I get..." she yawned, "Well ya know."
 

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