(A/N) So sorry I didn't write for like weeks, but I have been busy. Hey, if you have Wattpad. Follow me on Wattpad if you have an account @_Too_cool_
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"You need to see a physic." Eric's words ringed through my mind as I was on my bed with my laptop. I sighed and searched it up. What do I got to lose.
Only a few names popped up. One being Cynthia Amethyst Popalia. Thats a breather. I clicked on the website.
"I do readings, fortune readings and explanations. Contact me, firstname.lastname@example.org"
I sent her a quick message explaining my situation and I waited for her to reply. I heard my inbox beep and that meant a message was in.
She must not be very busy.
"Hey got your message. Sounds very interesting. I will come take a peek. Meet me at Central Park to talk. 4:30 good? Okay great. See you there."
Her message seemed short and abrupt. I glared at the message a few times and shrugged. I got under the covers and waited for the morning.
"I called a physic." I said placing my tray down beside Eric. Kingsley was sitting across from us. "Good." Eric muffled with food in his mouth.
"Want me to come with you?" Tyler winked. I frowned, "I want to go to!" Eric whinned. "Ugh, fine. Whatever, it might be really depressing though." I tried to get them off my shoulder.
"Eh, I seen worse." Tyler shrugged and pushed his tray aside. "Whatever you say." I smirked, hoping to big him.
His eyebrow raised in a smirking matter. We walked put of the school and got in Eric's small car. I got the front seat because thats how cool I am. His car was a small red Nissan, not that I pay attention to things much.
He drove down towards Central Park. I double checked my watch like I always do every five mintues. Sweat started to build up in my hands.
A woman in a large knitted sweater sat at a picnic bench and was knitting a rainbow coloured scarf. She had these big wired glasses. "Olivia Mossy?" She looked up from her contraption.
"Yep." I smiled and sat down across from her while Eric and Tyler were beside me. I could tell they were a little wary of her.
"Olivia Mossy. Your seventeen and you recently moved from D.C." Cynthia gripped my hands. "The next part is a little private." She glared at the two boys beside me.
"Its okay," my voice was tiny, "they can stay." I sat uncomfortable in my seat. God was I nervous. She nodded.
"Your mother perished in an accident?" My throat got dry and I could tell the boy's eyes went big. I nodded, unsure if what to say.
"What happend?" Cynthia closed her eyes and sighed. "My car." I spat, my voice trembling. I sighed, "She was driving."
"She was in my in her garden. I-I b-backed out." Tears rolled down my eyes. "I didn't see her!" I covered my face with my hands. "Something made me not check." I sighed, remembering that day.
"Olivia! Have fun at your party!" My dad called out. "Sure thing." I smiled back at him. My first car and I get to drive it again. It brings me joy I guess.
A rush of excitement ran through me. I was overjoyed when I got invited. I stepped on the gas after doing all that unimportant stuff you need to do to back up.
Screech! Bump. Oh god.
I slammed the door shit as I got out. My mother was wilting on the ground, her gardening gloves on. Oh no.
"Dad!" I yelled, he came rushing out."Call 9-1-1!" He hollered checking on his wife. "Brenda!" He screamed, "talk to me!"
She was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. I tapped my foot on the hospital floor. My father dod not speak a word.
"Mr. Mossy." The doctor called for my father. I got up to go with him. My dad shook his head and I sat back down.
He came back, expressionless, "blood loss." With those words, it sent me to tears as my father hugged me tight.
I had this uncontrollable sensation, I couldn't make the tears stop. When will this pain end? How can I stop it? What is wrong? I remember when we were happy. My mother passed me eggs this morning! Only three hours ago. Will I ever get over this?
"Olivia?" I snapped back into reality by Cynthia's voice. "Do you want them to stay for the next part?" She asked pointed and Eric and Tyler. I shook my head slightly.
The boys got up and headed towards the playground. "Your mother spoke to me." I looked up at them mention of my mother.
"She says, find the notebook." Tyler's journel? "She also says something that I don't reconize," I frowned. "Dreams are not wishes Daisy." I froze and my heart picked up.
"Does it ring a bell?" Cynthia was confused. "No, sorry." I sat up straighter. "Okay, I hope I could give you the conclusion you needed."
Truthfully, it just made me more confused.