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A Different Life: Part Two

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"Sadie, would you like to go meet her?" Mom asked worriedly.

I just nodded. I got my pale blue jacket and walked out the door, leaving my meal behind. I tried to focus on Charlie's brain, while walking to the old graveyard, to listen to his thoughts. "I hope Sadie gets here fast. Ha! I'm sure she's listening right now, aren't ya Sadie? You're most likely listening, so I won't think about the emergency. RUN SADIE! RUN!"

Ugh. He caught me, again. Charlie knows me way to well. Of course I still have my future seeing magic thing, but I already used it ten times today -- my limit. Sigh. My first one was to see if Mr. Davis would give us a pop math quiz for first period. I didn't need it; I just wanted to warn everyone else about it. Of course, there was. So, I told all my classmates I overheard Mr. Davis talking to Ms. Holly about the pop quiz he was going to give us. The second one was wasted too -- the lunch menu, same with the rest of my chances.

"SADIE RUN NOW! RUN!" I heard Charlie scream in my head.

"Fine," I sighed, and then I ran.

It felt so good to feel the cold breeze on my face as I ran. My blonde hair swooped in the wind. But, since I run faster than "normal" people I have to run in the dark, and in ally ways. Running -- the best thing my legs can do.

I got to the old graveyard pretty quick. I bent my knees and breathed in and out -- acting like a real human. I did everything Charlie had taught me to do when around humans: breathe heavily after running, and of course not acting like a know-it-all (as I call it, Charlie calls it gifted). I asked a woman reading a newspaper if this was the old graveyard, it seem like something a human would do.

"Hello, I . . . um can I ask you something?" I asked, stumbling over my words.

The elderly woman looked up at me with her piercing blue eyes -- my eyes.

"What?" I whispered so soft that she couldn't hear, "Excuse me."

I walked at least about a yard away and thought and talked to myself.

"Charlie said that I was the only one in the world with my piercing, and really bright blue eyes. Then why does this woman have some?"

I honestly really wanted to see myself in a mirror, which I didn't have. I went back over to the lady.

"Do you have a mirror? I think I have something stuck in my teeth." I lied -- partly.

She nodded. She put down her newspaper and skidded around in her purse. I could hear many things, for instance, keys, make-up and a cell phone. She finally pulled out a mirror and handed it me. I grabbed it and walked away.

I glared at it. Enough that I jumped at the sight of my own eyes. I titled the mirror so I could see the woman. She was staring at me, like the way Charlie stares at me -- longingly, caring, and scared. I turned around to see the woman quickly pick back up the newspaper. I looked around to see Charlie. He wasn't there.

"Excuse me. Do you know someone named Charlie Pickens?" I asked the woman while walking back and handing back her mirror.

"Ah . . . Sadie. Very smart. Well done." He (She?) said and snatching back his (her?) mirror.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah, a little test. Could you turn around so I can . . ."

"Change back? Sure thing." I turned back around waiting impatiently.

"You can turn back now."

I turned back around and asked, "What did you need to see me for I'm really hungry."

Charlie lifted his hand and twiddled with the little gray hair that he has left on is head, acting like a human. When he finally looked at me with his brown eyes he said, "We have a mission."

"A mission?" I asked surprised. "We're supposed to stay hidden."

"Not a secret agent mission, that was back in the old days when I was young. Our mission is to find out why we," he said pointing at himself, then me, "have two powers and everyone else of our kind have only one. Got it?"

I nodded, but was still wondering why this was important. "What do we have to do?"

"What you have to do Sadie is find Matilda Jane Myers; she is a close friend of mine. She only has one power, so use this needle," he said pointing at it and handing it to me, "and get some of her DNA then, come back and give it to me."

"That's it?" I asked, loudly. "Why won't you do it yourself?"

Charlie ignored my second question, "That's not all. After you get the sample, and bring it to me I'll tell you what you have to do next."

I clenched the needle into my now fist. I sighed, knowing that I could never tell anyone, not even my parents. Oh how I wanted to have a friend just like me that I could talk to about everything. Well, not just Charlie in his "my best friend, Charlene, form." I sighed one last time as I tumbled over the grassy plains of the old graveyard, still wondering how I could do this by myself.

 

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