Chapter one.
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Chapter One
Olivia Night slowly opened her eyes to find herself partially dressed lying halfway on her bed. “Why does this keep happening to me?” she asked herself quietly in a shaky voice. She could feel her body tremble and she’d given up on the idea awhile ago that she was just dehydrated. That was the third time this week that she had passed out from a vision. It seemed that every passing week brought more visions that would interrupt her attempts at a normal life.
Her eighteenth birthday was coming up and she could just see herself passing out on her own birthday cake. It would be her golden birthday and she wouldn’t be surprised if something of that sort happened. Each June 18th for the past seventeen years was memorable for an outrageous reason. On her ninth birthday party, the neighborhood kids came over for a barbeque and when a boy named Adam told Olivia her dress was ugly, she threw her mom’s potato salad at him.
A quick flash of a sunny, open grass field filled with purple flowers and a brown-haired girl, no older than the age of three, passed over her eyes; and a second later it was gone. Olivia blinked slowly and gradually sat up, her small petite figure struggling to hold her upright. Each time she fainted, it would take a lot out of her, like she had just run a marathon and it was starting to become more of an annoying hassle than anything else. Without even trying to think about what she saw or who the little girl was, she bolted up to a stand walking angrily to her closet to finish getting dressed.
It was the last day of school and after being a senior at Pearl City High School she was definitely ready to graduate from the small school in Illinois. But the last day would be long and torturous just like the other years in the past. Yet it was nice to know that the upcoming September wasn’t going to be spent walking the same halls she hated with a passion.
Throughout high school, Olivia had maintained the same grades, mostly Bs, which was good enough to get by as an average student. She actually worked hard for her grades and she was easily angered with the “naturally smarter” kids that could ace a test without even studying.
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