School, School, and guess what MORE SCHOOL!

That's why I haven't posted much bloggers, I'm so sorry!
On the plus side I went to my first out of state mission trip and came home yesterday! It was better than words can describe. I watched God do amazing things this week I can't even describe.

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                                     The Beginning

Maybe it’s too soon. Aunt Jackie was suddenly dead just a few months ago. Maybe I should wait longer before going through her things. I think as the journal in my hands starts to blur with fresh tears. “I got your message and got here as fast as I could.” I hear the second-well he’s not second anymore since Aunt Jackie is gone- most important person in the behind me but I don’t turn around. “Raine, are you okay?” He asks me. “I found her personal journal. She wrote her name on the front in the fancy letters that no one else knows how to write in.” My voice is just above a whisper. “Come here, Raine.” I don’t move because my eyes catch something else. Her favorite book thrown under her bed. I can barely make out the cover of it but I just know. Why is it under there? She loved that thing. “Thorne, I’m sorry you had to miss work just because I was upset I should have called my dad.” I say tearing my eyes away from the bed and looking at him. I had to look up because he was 6’8” and I’m only 5’8”, and that’s just barely. “You know I miss work anytime for you.” He says quietly his brown eyes showing his feelings for me. He loves me but I don’t know how I feel. It’s been this way ever since he suddenly came into my life. “What are you thinking about?” Thorne asks me guiding me to Jackie’s couch, I never said that we were in her huge house and after six months I’m finally looking through her stuff, she left everything to me in her will that no one knew about, it was crazy but so was everything else. I’m thinking about the day I first met you. The real first time not the one that everyone says is true. I was ten so it was seven years ago. I was walking along the border with Aunt Jackie, something that wasn’t allowed in our small city, when I saw something or someone stumbling on the outside of the border. I pointed and asked Jackie what or who that was. Next thing I know I’m lying in my bed, just waking up, with Jackie leaning over me faking a smile. She said that we were running, racing when I fainted. They say I got over heated but when Jackie and I were alone she leaned close and whispered, “You can’t tell anyone. No one can be trusted, no one but each other and that boy.” Then mom and dad came back in. I want to tell him but I promised Jackie I wouldn’t tell a soul so all I say is, “I’m thinking about… How much I miss Aunt Jackie.” I lied. I’m a very bad liar and Thorne knows that and my answer isn’t the real one but he just nods. He gives me a look that I know too well. “I just miss her so much. I thought I be over it by now but… I’m not.” I force more tears to come and try not to smile when my voice cracks at the parts I want it to. Bad at lying. Good at acting. They aren’t the same. Even when I act I can’t lie. And I hate it. So I try to stay along the lines of the truth. “I know.” Thorne says putting his arms around me and just holds me for a moment long enough to talk but not to long for anyone to wonder. “We need to talk.” He whispers. “Not here. Not safe.” I whisper back.  Aunt Jackie always said that her house was bugged by someone. She wasn’t sure who and neither are we but we know that Jackie was never wrong so we play it safe and don’t break any rules till we’re in the park in a secret place that Jackie showed us. “I love you.” Thorne says when we pull apart. “I love you too.” It was lie. But the problem was… That wasn’t hard to say because I’ve been saying it for the past year. Here when someone starts to date someone else you have to marry them in the end or you don’t marry at all so you have to love them or you have to learn to love them. It was unfair. But that’s The City. Our City. “I’m going to take you to the park. Grab your favorite book of our Aunt’s and we’ll go read it under the trees.” It was code. He knew something caught my eye, and that I wanted to look at it and the journal privately. “Okay.” I fake a sniff and force a few more tears as I started to wonder around the cluttered room. Aunt Jackie loved books and journals and her house showed it. Everywhere free space should be wasn’t. It was crammed with notebooks, books, paper, pens, and napkins she wrote on if there was no paper. I make it look like I trip be the bed, which wasn’t hard since books scattered the floor, and take a peek under the bed. “Thorne, I think this is my Aunt’s favorite book. Wonder how it got under here.” I say pulling it out from under her bed. “Who knows? Do you have everything? Good, let’s get going before the sunsets.” It’s code again. He means we don’t have much time left. The City has a curfew. When the sunsets you must be in your house or else you will… Well, no one really stayed out passed the ‘or else’ so no one knows. I smile and put the journal and book in my book bag. Thorne grabs my hand and pulls me out of the house. We make our way toward the park and sit under the trees where no cameras were and no one could hear us. “So what is that?” Thorne asked picking up the book. “It was my Aunt’s favorite. I don’t think she would have kept it under her bed unless there was a reason.” I whisper opening it. A note fluttered onto my lap. Thorne picked it up and almost dropped it after reading it. “What does it say?” I ask grabbing the note when he didn’t answer. ‘I’m alive. I’m hiding. Raine, you’re the only one who can find me. I love you, sweetie. If you’ve already read the journal then you know I’m your real mom and everything around you is false. Keep Thorne close. You can trust him. He is a Super and so are you.’  I placed the note back in the book and snapped it shut. “She’s my mom. You’re a Super. I’m a Super… That can’t be right.” My voice was barely a whisper. “She said that everything around us is false.” Us. Not just me. He’s with me in this. I started to shake and wanted to scream. “Can you read the journal? I don’t think I could.” I whisper and take of my bracelet. The City has us all wear these bracelets, it’s where our money is, it tells us who we are and who everyone around us is, and is our phone. It also tracks us. We aren’t allowed to take off the bracelets but I feel a giant weight off of my shoulders when I do. I always thought it was because when I had it on I had this headache that never went away unless it was off. Now it may be because I’m a Super and the bracelets keep my powers on off mode. “Raine, it’s just lines and lines of mixed up letters.” I look over his shoulder and roll my eyes. “You just wanted me to look at it. It’s written clear as day.” I say looking back at the ground. “What? No, it’s not. I can’t make out a thing… It looks like a code. But I can’t figure it out.” “Thorne, if you wanted me to read it you could have just asked. You don’t have to lie with me.” I say pulling the journal out of his hands and start to read aloud, “‘Dear my sweet daughter, Raine. If you’re reading this then it means someone has faked my death. Hunny, I know this is hard I’ve been called your aunt for years but I’m your real mother. Your parents, the people you live with now, they aren’t even related to us. But the only way for us to live in The City was for me to give you to that family and make the Bracelets that control our powers. You can read anything. Any tongue, any code, any form of writing even if it’s smudged. You can even read in the dark, with no light. It’s called being a Recoder. You may have another power but I’m not sure. My power is that no one can kill me, I can’t die unless of old age: Adapter. I miss you my deer daughter. I’ve written everything in this journal to help you find me and get out of The City. Only trust Thorne. No. one. else. He has two powers. He can read minds and talk through them: Mindling. And he can see which path is right; he can tell how to get out of a maze being blind folded: Seeing. Don’t let anyone else see this, they’ll know something is up. Don’t worry I’ll guide you through The City so you can escape.’” I look up and Thorne. “Wow.” He whispers. “Thorne, I’m scared.” I whisper closing the journal. “I know. But we can do this.” “How?” My mind was everywhere. How could we do anything? I’m only seventeen, I can’t go anywhere without sending a message to my par- people I live with and Thorne is only nineteen, and he just got a job as the math teacher at the school. “You heard your mom.” Thorne says looking down at me. He puts his arms around me and I feel safe almost at once. “We’re Supers.”

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