"It is not in the stars that hold our destiny, but in ourselves."
"There's a sniper up on the ledge! Take him out!" I shout into my mike.
Ah, there's nothing like playing Black Ops for four hours straight. Yes, I'm a girl who can play video games. Gotta problem? Well, then my fist can meet your face.
"What did I say?! Take him out!" But then the sniper up on the ledge shoots me in the back, and I quit the match.
My best friend Ari pops up from behind my light blue couch.
"How did you get in?" I curiously ask, not that I have a problem.
"Uh, you gave me a key, dummy." She plainly states, hopping up next me. "Plus the back door was unlocked."
I knew I forgot to do something!
"Wanna play?" I gesture to the extra controller on the coffee table.
She crinkles her nose in distaste. "No thanks, you know I can't stand games like that."
I shrug, it was worth a try.
"Where's your sister?" She asks.
"At her friends party. She should've been back by now." I say turning off my Xbox console.
"No biggie, she's probably just running late." She pulls off her blue Vans and criss-crosses her legs. "Have you seen Brent at all today?"
Brent is Ari's brother, older than her by a year and a half. I'm not gonna lie, I have had the biggest crush on him since about a few years ago when he first came to live with Ari and her mom, instead of with his dad. Although I am psychic, I have not seen me and him together, yet. I just love the way his dark hair makes his light brown eyes 'pop'. And when he smiles he has adorable dimples... Right, I'm getting off track. Sorry.
"No," I say, but just thinking about him makes my voice go up an octave.
She purses her lips. "He's probably out with Drake again."
Drake is his best friend--more like his brother.
I am about to reach for my cell phone, but suddenly, a tremor passes through me, and I grab my pen and pad of papers on the coffee table instead.
It's dark, showing a faint light coming from a direction that I cannot see. The air is filled with dust, and a metallic smell fills the air as well.
"Hello!" A high-pitched and annoyed voice rings through the air. "Can someone tell me where I am?"
I know that voice, it's Tamsyn's.
She lets out a frustrated sigh and combs her blond hair out of her eyes.
It's barely light enough that I can make out simple features of anything that might be different or out of place in her appearance.
She's not wearing her heels anymore, her purse is missing, her black mini-skirt is torn and tattered, and her hair is a mess.
"Hello?!" She calls out again, and starts walking towards the left of her.
"Hello Tamsyn," A smooth, and calming voice calls out from the shadows.
She perks up at the sound of the voice. "Who are you? Who's there?" She hesitantly calls out.
"Ah, but you already know who I am, you just have to remember." He speaks with a Spanish accent as he steps out into the faint light and I can barely make out a little of what he looks like.
He has smooth caramel colored skin, is wearing dark jeans and a white shirt, and has dark, straight hair that comes down to the tips of his ears.
"Where am I?" She asks.
He smiles, wickedly and cruel.
I'm back in my house and a wave of nausea hits me like a slap in the face. Every time I get a vision, I always feel sick! But more importantly: Where's Tamsyn? Where's my big sister?
I look down at the paper that I have drawn all over and I see what appears to be pyramids, that are in the process of being built.
I nervously look at Ari. "Pyramids. . . Pyramids. . . That means Egypt right?"