The Adventures of Emily Smith and Billy Fifer: Edition 3 (Intended for Older Children & Teens)

By Sahara Sanders

A tale filled with wonder, dreams, exploration, emotion, laughter and mischief...

Emily Smith and Billy Fifer are more than just cousins, they are also the best of friends. They've been through everything together, and there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other. Their crazy adventures and long hot summers have been some of the best times of their lives. They have a blast when they're together, and they're always making new memories.

But as Emma grows, she becomes aware of something bizarre. She is not like her friends. She is an alien in her own family. She can see and do things other people can't. Strange, inexplicable occurrences fill her life and reveal the astonishing truth: Emily is special. She is an Indigo Person. Where others see coincidences, the girl sees hidden paths of the Universe, calling her to cross the boundary of the paranormal.

We, people inhabiting the Earth, often choose to ignore the paranormal because it's easier to pretend that it doesn't exist. Nevertheless, even if we don't want to admit it, it's an integral part of our being.


NOTE:

This book is the 3rd Edition of the novel Gods' Food meant for the entertainment of older children and teens.

The 2nd Edition is intended for those adults and young adults who enjoy being drawn into amusing adventures along with the murky tinge of mystery, reminding times when they were kids and teenagers themselves. Available from major book retailers worldwide.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sahara Sanders
• Release date: Mar 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386744054

Sahara Sanders

www.saharasanders.com Sahara Sanders is a modern writer of several genres.  She is originally from Europe, perceiving herself a citizen of the world. You will find insightful psychological analyses, informational advice, travel guides, novels, poems—reading material for adults and teens—among her numerous books. Sahara speaks five languages and writes books in three of them. English is not native to her, but it is one of her favorites—that’s why, even having only been self-educated in the language, she reached a high level of fluency and was able to work as an interpreter for many years. She has extensive experience in managing different kinds of businesses. Her interests include: writing, psychology, philosophy, quantum physics, traveling, cultures of the world, gardening, the art of bouquet-making, landscape and interior design, pets, photography, modeling, and other different hobbies that can be used as tools and methods to learn about, express and describe at least some of the wondrous beauty of life for those who were born on this planet. 

Book preview

1. ONE MYSTERIOUS FRIDAY

SEPTEMBER, 1984

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The alarm clock rang at four AM.

It was time to wake up. Taking a trip to the bigger village named Mary-Land was planned for the day: visiting a dentist meant going to a place where they had the medical service available.

The pale face of the fool moon was still visible in the sky when Emily went out.

Her parents had been sending her alone for going through businesses like that, since early ages.

The girl was walking along the quiet roads, totally wrapped in her thoughts and in the darkness softened by streetlights hanging up on the tops of electrical power poles. Those lights seemed colorful: yellowish, pinkish, greenish, bluish, reddish, purplish... reminding variegated shining air balloons.

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Though wandering lonely streets at night could hardly be called safe, Emma tried to focus her attention on something more interesting than fears of walking in the dark and fears of going through dental works that she wasn’t excited about, same as anyone else wouldn’t. Apparently, trying to postpone the moment when she had to sit in that chair with open mouth and experience pain, she was looking for some reason to change the route.

What if I pop to the beach for a while? Just for ten minutes... And then I’ll keep my way to the bus station to go to Mary-Land, —the girl said to herself.

She turned to the curvy path leading to the lake, silently praying that no beast or anyone evil would jump out from the shrubs. At that moment, for some reason, Emma already was sure that she had to go there—like some unexplainable power pulled her to the direction, using a kind of a magnet.

The shore was surrounded with purplish-navy-blue mist and the water reflected it, glittering here and there; the paysage seemed quite bizarre. An owl crying from the oaks behind the meadow added more to the mixed feelings of caution and curiosity.

Emily climbed onto a large boulder, watching the heavens while listening to the waves that were melodically splashing to the granite rocks.

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Then, she petrified and curdled: two stars in the sky were moving quickly, changing the angles of their trajectory radically and sharply... disappearing and appearing again. In a few seconds, the third one joined them.

—But it can’t be real! —Emma exclaimed, finding herself reaching her arm upwards. —No... can’t be real... just can’t...

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The girl dropped her glance down, unconsciously hoping that if she didn't see the UFOs, they would stop existing.

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She took a long breath, and, making as huge leaps as she could do with her little feet, ran back to the streets of the village.

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The night was in the process of turning into foggy morning gloom.

Reaching the bus stop, Emma fall onto the bench, trying not to think about what she had just seen.

A tall young man approached her in a while, appearing from the ravine behind the main road:

—Hello! No bus yet?

—I haven’t seen any since I arrived a quarter an hour ago.

—Is it Friday today? Do you know the transportation schedule for this day of the week?

—Not really.

—Hmm... Your face seems familiar to me. Have we ever met before?

Only now Emily lifted her glance from the ground to the guy’s face... and recognized him!

—You are... Mr. Fog! Aren’t you?

—Yes, Miss. Steven Fog is standing right in front of your huge green eyes... and still trying to realize where have I seen you earlier?

—It was a few years ago. You talked to a little girl, discussing the sense of human lives...

—Jeez... I do remember... Yes... Emily?! I could not forget!

—Nice to hear it, —smiled the girl.

—Time flies... You look more grown up!

—I believe I’m supposed to.

—Sure... Sorry... I’m saying something that is obvious... just didn’t expect that we meet today.

—Me neither.

—But you seem no less confused than during our first meeting... Anything happened?

—I even don’t know if I shall tell you...

—Didn’t you feel better after deciding to share with me your trouble, that first time?

—I did! You’re right. And I’m grateful for your compassion.

—I’m listening.

—I’ve just been to the lake. I can’t understand why I went to the shore when it was dark... it felt like something called me there. So, I was watching the skies... and I think I’ve seen some UFOs.

—Three stars dancing along the horizon?

—How do you know?!

—I also saw them on my way here... but thought no one would believe me if I told it to anyone.

—Must be, fate... for us to meet on this bench. At least, we had a chance to share it with each other.

The bus for Mary-Land arrived. Emma had to leave Steve as he was waiting for the different one.

"To meet Mr. Fog one foggy morning... And to hear that he just had the same kind of strange experience... Skies are making jokes to us again..." —whispered the girl.

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After spending (or, to be more correct, wasting for nothing) a couple of hours in the long queue, and then about twenty minutes at her appointment, Emily left the Med Center, trailing to the bookstore.

During her previous visit, about a week ago, Miss Smith bought a book on Philosophy which she wanted to read. The girl paid for her get and received the change; but when she returned home and checked the coins in her pocket, it appeared that the shop assistant made a mistake, giving her too much cash than it was required. Being taught to always be a hundred percent decent and honest person, Emily intended to refund the extra money.

Taking the coins from Emma’s hand, the woman at the cashier desk had nearly fallen down from her chair:

—It’s such a rare case when someone comes back to the store for the reason that they need to return some over-given change. Thank you so much!

—My pleasure. Do you have any thick notebooks on sale? I want to start writing a diary.

—No, we don’t... unfortunately. But you can try and check in a few days.

On her way to the bus stop, Emily descried a dark-haired old lady standing at one of the yards, with a number of books and exercise-books spread on the table in front of her.

Strange... why didn’t I see this vendor on the way to the bookstore? Emma thought.

—Hi, I’d like to start writing a diary... Please, can you suggest something suitable for it?

—Well, it’s your lucky day, dear stranger. I’ve got seven notebooks of indigo color for you; but you can get them only as a pack. You’ll be using them for ages!

—Seven diaries...

—Indigo Diaries! —said the lady, digging in the box under her desk. —Found... Here they are!

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—Lilac-navy-blue ones. This color reminds me one scene that I’ve already seen, earlier today.

—Indigo is the shorter version of calling this shade of blue. By the way, it’s the color of creative and unusual individuals. You know, like some artists, geeks, freaks, nerds, and other strange people.

—Definitely getting this pack.

—Enjoy using it!

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Waiting for the bus to go home, Miss Smith was looking around, exploring the surroundings.

The streets in Mary-Land were wider than in her village, and the houses were same way drowning in blooming buds like at the girl’s native areas.

The dwelling nearest to the bus stop had a parterre full of cornflowers, also called as Centaurea Cyanus: indigo florets!

Come on, if not that indigo mist and those indigo diaries today, I’d never pay any attention at all to these indigo flowers! Emma was trying to be sensible.

A girl she knew from school joined her at the bus stop.

—How are you, Debbie? What are you doing here in Mary-Land?

—Was visiting my elder sister who lives here. What about you, Em?

—Had some businesses to sort.

—Eh... This windy weather and dusty roads... Something got into my eye. Do you have any mirror in your handbag?

—Just a magnifying one.

—Perfect!

Looking in that mirror, Deb noticed some wrinkle on her forehead:

—Ew... Do you know if it’s normal to have any wrinkles, being ten years old?

—Let me have a look... Oh, I have one on my face too.

—Does it mean that we’re aging far too early?! What if we turn into old women, even before becoming adults?

—No panicking, Deborah. This mirror is just probably magnifying way too much! —Emily calmed her girlfriend down.

—The bus is coming! Let’s go!

Having made it to her village, Emma kept noticing those trees and shrubs growing along the road: wild plum trees, wild grapes... Why does everything of indigo color seem like chasing her today? Or, is it her selective mind tuning to pay attention to that particular shade of blue?

The second version is more likely true, the girl assumed.

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Wild grapes

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Entering the door of her home, Emma saw her mother.

—Emily, here you are! By the way, I’ve just changed your bed; have got a new bed set for you.

—Of indigo color, I guess?

—How do you know? —Bethany dropped her jaw.

—Just guessing, as I said.

—You’re correct... But I think that someone told you about it! Mmmm... your brother did? ...Father?

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Emma closed the door to her bedroom and stretched over the blanket, covered with the new duvet cover. Indigo mist, flying stars, Mr. Fog appearing out of fog, indigo diaries, and the rest of the lilac-navy-blue-this-and-that invasion... What a mysterious day!

Are there any researches or records about how many odd occurrences and coincidences a person can survive per day? she was wondering, falling asleep.

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The lake at night

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The next morning, Emma had even more unusual impressions—during the night-dream that she experienced right before the moment of waking up:

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The girl flew inside some darkness, feeling really tired; soon, she decided to take a nap lying onto... some Galaxy! She herself was as big as the Universe... Or was she the part of that macrocosm? ...

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Then, Emma jumped down from the space, landing in... her bedroom where she used to fall asleep... and there she noticed her cousin Billy who was entering the room, accidentally touching Clifford’s brown scarf that hung on the moose antlers (which really were there, nailed to the wall and serving as hangers)... The scarf falls down... and she wakes up.

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Emily closed her eyes again, scrolling her memories about how it felt to rest on the top of the Galaxy.

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"Who are we people, in all that global greatness of the space? ...Considering things in the ecumenical measure, we are the microbes of the Universe," the girl discoursed her thoughts.

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Someone knocked the door to her room:

—Em, good morning! We just arrived to our grandma Anna’s dwelling, a half an hour ago. Any interesting plans for today? –—said Billy, entering the bedroom... while knocking her dad’s brown scarf to make it fall down...

—Hi, Bill...

—Emily, are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost!

—You’re almost right.

—Would you explain, please?

—Even don’t know where to start... Can you imagine that I’ve just seen in my night-dream how you entered the room and kicked that scarf down?

—Shoot! No kidding? ...You know, I can believe it; just because, once, I also had that feeling... like some occurrences happening to me in the presence were somehow remembered by my mind, as if they already did take place, in some kind of past that I unconsciously was aware of.

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Having discussed the jokes of the Universal mind, the cousins had to skip their attention to more Earthy things, like plans on how to spend their day.

—Let’s visit one of my girlfriends, Shirley Hawk. She isn’t really one of my best friends, but we communicate sometimes. I’ll get you acquainted. —Emma suggested.

They took Billy’s bike, picked up Shirley at her home, and decided to go and have a walk along the copse over the main road.

Guess what that grove consisted of? Mulberry trees and blackthorn bushes covered with berries of indigo hue!

Needless to say, no one except for Emily paid any attention to the color of fruitage on that shrubbery.

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FOUR YEARS EARLIER

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SUMMER, 1980

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June of 1980 was a hot month.

It had so much to offer, in regards to pleasing anyone’s eyes

Reviews for The Adventures of Emily Smith and Billy Fifer

[Alex Petersen · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

It's a really beautiful book! Great humor and interesting writing style. My both kids enjoyed it a lot.