The Gemini Trilogy: The Awakening

By T.J. Lajeunesse

Dawn Price was already not your average teenager. As her 18th birthday neared, her best friends Matt and Pam were busy making big plans to celebrate. How could they have ever imagined there were already larger plans set in place from an ancient prophecy in another demension. As her birthday nears, strange events and encounters with new friends and enemies eluminate Dawn's destiny to fulfill the role of the Gemini. So begins an epic journey which will challenge the heart, mind and soul of Dawn as powers of light and dark converge and wage battle. The balance of an entire civilization rest in her hands and the responsibility may be much larger than anything she can handle.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 20, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452073378

T.J. Lajeunesse

Trish J. Lajeunesse is married with two children and one granddaughter. They live in B.C. Canada, were she works as a Registered Care Aid. Trish has struggled her whole life with Dyslexia and writing this book has been one of her most happiest accomplishments that she has done.

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Contents

Saturday October 2

Sunday October 3

Monday, October 4.

Tuesday and Wednesday October, 5&6

Thursday Oct. 7

Friday, October 8

Saturday October 9

Sunday, October 10

Monday Oct 11

Tuesday October 12

Wednesday, October 13

Thursday, October 14

Friday, October 15.

Saturday, October 16

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DAWN! DAWN! YOU HAVE TO wake up, or you will miss the bus! my brother Mark shouted up the stairs.

Okay, I’m getting up already. My head felt heavy. I couldn’t understand why I felt so tired. I went to bed at eight after a long, hot, relaxing bath. I didn’t think I was having problems with sleeping, it just didn’t seem to be regenerating me. If I could only put my finger on it, like if it was a bad dream, I could fix it, but I wasn’t having bad dreams. Not one. I didn’t feel sick or sore from sports. It just seemed to be that I wasn’t sleeping. Maybe I was sleeping too long. That must be it. I will stay up late tonight and I bet that’ll help me sleep, a deep sleep.

I was looking around my room, which I love to be in as opposed to downstairs. My room was blue and white. The walls were painted a light blue with a white and silver border. My dressers were painted white with blue flowers on the corners and my bed spread matched the design on my border. I have to admit, blue is my favorite color. Most of all my clothes were blue as well, so it was quite a shock to see a red top and a black miniskirt on my floor!

Where did they come from? Who was in my room when I was sleeping? Maybe it was a joke done by my brother’s girlfriend. But what is she wearing now? I asked myself.

I will kill them if they took some of my clothes! Mark, can you please come up here!

Mark came up the stairs two at time. Being 6 foot 5, he could do it and make it look like he was taking them one at a time.

Mark, did you bring your girlfriend into my room last night? I asked.

He didn’t say a word as he stood there looking at me with a shocked expression.

What are you looking at Mark?

You, he said. When did you have time to do your hair like that?

What the hell are you talking about? I said as I looked in the mirror. My hair was pulled back into a very tight ponytail with gold and black ribbon weaved through it."

Mark, if this is some kind of joke, please tell me now. My heart raced and I felt like I was hyperventilating. I couldn’t imagine who else it would be or how they got in. Better yet, how could they do this to my hair without waking me up? I had to lean over to slow my breathing down. Mark, this is serious! I’m not joking I don’t know who did this to my hair and I don’t know who’s clothes those are on my floor. I must’ve been drugged by someone, but how did they drug me? I was really becoming scared now. Mark, can you think of anyone who was in the house?

Dawn, we should call the police, and get them over here to check things out.

No, I don’t want to deal with the police. Not until I know what’s going on, I mean, until I go see Dr. Thomus. He can check my blood and see if I was drugged.

I could see in Mark’s soft brown eyes that he had no idea what was going on. He was in the dark like I was.

Well, I think you should go to Dr. Thomus, if you don’t remember doing this yourself, maybe you should have a blood test done to find out if someone drugged you.

Why would someone want to do this to me? I said. And how did they get into the house without making Mac bark? That dog woke us up for a cat just outside the front door. There’s no way someone could get by Mac without one of us hearing them. Unless you were drugged too Mark.

There’s no way I was drugged last night, I was on the phone for most of the night with Sue.

It was just Mark and I at the house now. The rest of our brothers had moved out and our mother was on her second honeymoon with Rex Day. My mind was running wild trying to figure out who and why someone would do this. What was the purpose behind it and what else have they done that I don’t know about?

Mark could see I was really scared. Hey, if you want I will set up some snares, the ones we use for hunting, he said. We can put them around the house and see what we catch.

Okay, Mark that sounds good. Can I help you set them up? I asked.

Sure, he said, it would be a good thing for you to learn how to do. You know Dawn, had you been born a boy, you would already know this.

Growing up the youngest with 6 brothers posed some challenges for me. They didn’t treat me any different and insisted I was meant to be a boy. I always thought I was switched at birth. My brothers taught me how to play football, baseball, hockey, and how to fight. When the neighborhood boys came over for our living room fight night I was the star attraction! And I never disappointed my brothers and stood up to anyone who opposed me. There was a lot of anger instilled in me because I wasn’t allowed to do everything the boys did and I really hated the double standard. I enjoyed releasing my anger on some of the neighborhood boys, and my brothers would howl with laughter every time I took a boy to the ground! After awhile, word got around, I wasn’t to be messed with.

I used to sit back and watch my brothers at work with the girls, and I learned a lot. Understanding just how stupid some girls could be was a crying shame because I couldn’t understand how they could be so gullible. They would believe everything boys would tell them so they could get into their pants. I had heard every line, and it also helped that my brothers are chick magnets. That was my name for them. I got to know most of the guys around town because my brothers didn’t have the same friends. The one thing that was the same about them was that they were the same. Their goals were getting into girl’s pants and playing sports, the two most important things in life, so they said.

You better get ready for school, Mark said, which brought me out of my thoughts.

You’re right. Can you please make me a bagel with cream cheese and I’ll be right down? I said, We will just have to deal with this after school.

Sure. Dawn, I will make you a bagel, and we will deal with this after school, he said. Now hurry up and get downstairs because I don’t feel like walking to school, ok?

Mark turned around and was gone just like that.

I turned around and tried to undo my hair, then suddenly realized that it was beyond me. So I left it the way it was then I washed up, put some clothes on and started to run downstairs. My house was modern inside and exceptionally rustic outside. It was a contradiction of itself. Once my mom married Rex, he renovated the inside of the house, which none of us liked. He had erased our dad. How I hated Rex, he married mom a year after dad died. I was seven at the time and my world and the house changed forever.

I was so tired and now with thoughts about what happened to me last night. I didn’t think it would be possible for me to make it through school.

By the time I made it downstairs Mark was holding the door open for me with a bagel and a coffee in hand. Let’s go, he said.

Why haven’t you changed your hair Dawn?

I don’t have time to mess with it, and honestly, I’m not sure how to undue it!

Mark let out a laugh, would you like me to ask my girlfriend to help undo it?

No thanks. I didn’t need more pity from the girls in town.

Everyone used to say I was so pretty that I could have any guy wanted. I just needed to dress sexy and wear makeup, and it wouldn’t hurt to stop slapping them in the face when they gave me compliments. Other girls didn’t understand compliments were just a line to get into their pants. I wasn’t interested in anyone getting close to me.

Mark and I made the bus just in time. Thankfully, there was someone standing at the bus stop holding the bus for us. Whoever he was, he was tall, dressed in dark jeans and a light hoodie. You could tell it was a man by his body frame and how lean his body appeared. He had broad, athletic shoulders. I could see a bit of blond hair as well but couldn’t see his face, but I still got the feeling that I knew him. As the bus stopped the man stepped behind me and said, ladies first in a polite voice. I smiled and said thank you, but he wouldn’t show his face to us. We walked on the bus and Mr. Miller was driving today. I said hello as he said hello back. Then, we went to where Sue was waiting for Mark. The way Mark looked at her made me think he might be in love. She was a petite girl, very pretty, with long brown hair and brown eyes. I liked her smile. She had a dimple in her right cheek. She was a straight A student, but she was smarter than that. She had common sense not to give Mark what he wanted, which was to get her into bed. And Mark tried hard. She told him not until she got married, and only then would that ever happen. Mark used to take a lot of cold showers after Sue left the house. She told me that making out with your clothes on was fun, because you had to use your imagination with each other. When she stood by Mark, they made a striking couple. Mark had dark brown hair and soft brown eyes. His face looked like Thor, the Norse war god, and his big frame came from playing football. It made him look intimidating. Then there was Sue with her perfectly flawless face and body. They were hard to miss.

I was looking at Sue, whose mouth hung down when she saw me. Wow Dawn, she said, your hair looks great.

Mark didn’t say a thing to Sue about what happened. He just looked at me and gave me a wink to let me know he knew just how upset I was about the whole thing. Mark and I were closest to each other than the rest of my brothers. Mark was only a year older than I. When he was ten he got sick with a rare blood disease that kept him in bed for most of the year. He had to repeat the fifth grade with me in his class. I helped keep him company by reading with him, playing cards and watching TV. I never went out much, so it was nice to have someone to hang out with at home. Sometimes it would appear that Mark and I could read each other’s thoughts.

We always sat at the back of the bus due to the fact that we lived out of town and we got on the bus first. I liked that no one could sit behind me. Another one of those things my brothers told me was a good thing to do. Always make sure no one can come from behind, they would tell me.

As the bus started, I looked out the window at the farm houses and the trees going by. I had an odd feeling that someone was watching me. There was only one other person on the bus, and he sat at the front of the bus. I still couldn’t tell what he looked like because his back was to me and he wore a hoodie. It didn’t stop me from staring at him. I found myself curious about this man who kept his face hidden from me. I put on my iPod and started to listen to some music to get my mind off everything that happened.

I was listening to Pink Floyd. A hypnotic male voice invaded Comfortably Numb and told me that every minute that went by without me by his side was heartbreaking and it feels like a lifetime of pain. The voice wasn’t singing and I felt drawn to his broken heart, I could almost feel his pain. And then all of a sudden, he called me Dee! I pulled my earpiece out and started to shake.

Mark looked over at me What’s wrong Dawn?

I asked Mark to listen to my iPod Can you tell me what you hear and do you recognize the voice?

Mark looked at me like I was going nuts "It’s a Pink Floyd song, Comfortably Numb, he said. You should know it. It’s one of your favorite songs."

So you didn’t hear another man’s voice talking? I asked.

Dawn, you look tired, maybe you just dozed off for a second or two and dreamt it.

Yeah, I think you must be right.

Just then, David Smith walked on the bus. He had blond hair and light blue eyes and an easy-going look about him Hi David, I said.

Hi Dawn, I like your hair, David said It looks really hot and I’m getting hotter just looking at you.

I didn’t say a single word. I didn’t want to encourage him in any way. David was wearing a white shirt with blue jeans and a black cowboy hat. He removed his hat and started to fan himself.

Just look what I need to do when I’m looking at you. You are just so hot. Dawn. I was thinking that maybe we should go to the Summerfest together. You know I’m your perfect mate.

And with that, I clenched my left hand and punched him in the nose! Mark, Sue and the guy up front started laughing.

Dawn you need to grow up and stop hitting me! That really hurt my face! I think you may have broken my nose. I’m bleeding! David yelled.

I heard Mr. Miller yell to the back of the bus David! Leave her alone and Dawn stop hitting people on the bus, you are going to get me fired!

At the same time, I also heard the stranger at the front of the bus speaking to Mr. Miller. Sometimes boys need to learn a hard lesson and who better to give it to them than a girl.

Well David, I said, you should stop making an ass of yourself. I am no one’s perfect mate, nor do I ever want to be.

One day it will happen, he said. You’ll see.

I put my ear piece back in and pressed play again. My mind went right back to the voice that called me Dee. The only other person that called me Dee was my father. My father had told me once that the name Dee was special, and that one day, I would know just how important it was going to be to me. I was holding back the tears in my eyes.

The voice started again, he was telling me to meet him again tonight at the Red Barn in town. I need you more than life itself.

Okay, I thought to myself. I am truly going out of my mind. I was ready to see Dr. Thomus. Maybe the drug that was given to me to make me sleep through last night is still affecting me now.

The bus stopped again and my best friend, Pam Morlan got on. She is the same size as me. 5 foot 8 and a size six. Pam would say that we were twins. The only difference is that she dressed to kill, and I dressed appropriately. Her green eyes always looked alluring. She had light brown wavy hair like mine, and full lips. She was a knock out. She was wearing a tight fitting green top with a miniskirt and cowboy boots.

Dawn, what did you do to your hair? I love it! she said.

Oh Pam, I said I need your help to undo it.

No way, Dawn! Your hair has never looked better. I have been waiting for you to do something like this forever.

Pam, I need you to help me, really. I don’t know how to undo it.

Dawn, who helped you in the first place?

I don’t know who did it, and I am going to find out who did. I need to talk to you but not on the bus. Okay?

Okay, Dawn, we can talk later, she said. But I’m still not helping you with your hair because I love it. For once you look like a girl and not a tomboy. And if you would like my help with makeup, I will help you show off your light blue eyes. I would love to enhance them.

Pam, I don’t want to, because it just makes boys want to talk to me.

Dawn I know you hate boys, but come on, there has to be one that you would like to notice you.

No! I said sharply, Pam you are boy crazy.

I know, she said with a short laugh. I can’t help myself. There are just so many fine looking males around here. And you know there are not enough girls to go round, which means that there will be a lot of broken hearts if I just pick one. I almost think God put me in heaven first.

Dawn, I know who would be great for you, Matt Rawson.

Pam, that’s not funny, you know Matt and I are just best friends.

Well, he would be great for you. You are the only girl he can talk to.

Matt is shy and doesn’t feel right talking to girls by himself. I said.

Besides, Matt’s parents are very strict about those things, Matt was tall and lean. He had ash blonde hair that was thick and wavy, and deep green eyes that sometimes look golden. Along with his model good looks, it was hard for him to talk to girls, yet the girls were always chasing him. Matt worked part-time at the animal shelter with me. It was another world for Matt there. He would talk nonstop about the animals with me. It was like he was coming alive. I so enjoyed talking to him. Matt had said that I was a Dr. Doolittle with the animals. I would laugh at that but he was sure about it. He had told me that the animals didn’t fear me, and that I made them feel safe. I had told Matt it was because I related to them. I would never hurt them because I was afraid of them. They knew this somehow. Matt had to agree with that. I was looking forward to seeing Matt at school today. He always had a way of making me feel better and safe. Matt was the most compassionate persons I knew and his understanding of the complexities of the human heart and its frailties had helped me many times.

Pam was getting excited on the bus because all the football players were getting on. She loved to talk to them and stare at their bodies, and they loved to look and talk to her. It was never boring on the bus with Pam. I would always sit there with my iPod on and watch and laugh.

I was glad to be at school. I was tired of the boys staring at me. I thought I was going to have to hit another guy today. Pam told them to stop looking at me or they would get a broken nose like David and the guys understood right away knowing how I love to slap them when they had it coming. David told them that it must be that time of the month because I punched him. He said he didn’t even see it coming until it hit him in the face. I started to laugh and told him next time, I wouldn’t punch him in the face, I would pick a different place. I looked at his body and took my eyes to his groin hoping I made my point.

Just like clockwork, Matt was outside the bus stop in front of Hampton Heights. He would have a coffee waiting for me from Tim’s Café, which is where his mother worked. He would get them for free, which was good, because espressos were expensive. Matt’s mom was tall and pretty with the same ash blonde hair as him.

Matt was wearing blue jeans and a yellow T-shirt. Hi Matt, I said when I got off the bus. Matt had the same expression as everyone else had when they saw me. I know, my hair looks great.

Yes it does look great, but something else looks different, he said. Did something happen last night? Dawn you look scared somehow.

Matt could read me like a book. Ever since that night he found me in the field. I was half beaten to death and completely naked. I was ten. The police said it was a drifter that had grabbed me and attacked me and I was lucky to be alive.

I always said I was lucky not to remember any of it. That of course, started my fighting lessons. I was never allowed out at night alone, unless one of my brothers was with me. They never caught the man, but they did take his DNA, so one day, they just might get him.

I told Matt and Pam that I needed to talk to them both right away. We had no time right now because the bell had rung, and we had to go to class. We decided to meet at lunch in the courtyard near the fields.

I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open in class. Mr. Brown was my math teacher. He was a short man with beady eyes, who I always thought looked like a gremlin and sounded like one as well. His voice yelled my name Miss Price! Do you want me to get a bed for you to lie down on, seeing as how you’re sleeping in my class?

I jumped up and said, No, thank you, Mr. Brown. Sorry about that.

Well, let’s not have it happen again. I don’t like wasting my time talking to people who don’t seem to care about the future. I know it’s your senior year, but the future is still important. I would like you to think more along those lines in my class.

Yes, Mr. Brown. It won’t happen again.

That is a good to hear, you are one of my top students.

The bell rang for lunch, and as I got up to leave. Mr. Brown told me he would like a word with me first.

Miss Price did you do the assignment I gave the class on Wednesday?

I had to think for a minute. I normally would have done it the night before, I must’ve done it. I just didn’t bring it with me.

Well, Miss Price, do you have it?

I’m sorry, Mr. Brown. I left it at home.

You have never handed in an assignment late. I will give you until Monday to hand it in. I will not put an incomplete down. You don’t seem to be yourself today Miss Price. Would you like me to make an appointment with the counselor, Mrs. Needs for you?

No, thank you, Mr. Brown,

I hope that everything’s alright at home, he said, you may go for lunch. Have a good weekend.

I started down the hall towards the courtyard when I felt like someone was following me. When I turned around I could see nothing out of the ordinary. My school is an old army base that had been closed due to budget cutbacks. The city took it over and made it into the high school. The student council raised the money to paint and decorate. They had all the lockers put in the hallway and had as much artwork as they could afford to make it look attractive. There were a lot of walls to decorate in our school; it was three floors high with 30 classrooms. It also had one of the biggest lunchrooms you could imagine. We had no other high schools in town, so everyone came here grades 10 to 12.

I was walking quite fast, trying to catch up to Matt and Pam and I was constantly looking behind me. I ended up walking into a complete stranger, Oh I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going.

He was tall, with black hair that almost looks like it had blue in it. It reminded me of Antonio Banderas’ curly shoulder length hair. His eyes were striking. They were a vivid ocean blue. I thought I could see the ocean in them and I couldn’t stop staring into them.

No, I’m sorry, he said with a bright smile, I should have noticed that you were not looking where you were going.

That made me pull my gaze away from his eyes to look at the rest of his beautiful face, which kind of looked like Brad Pitt’s. His voice was soft with a warm feeling to it. My heart was skipping a beat looking at him. I was utterly mesmerized.

Hello, I am Atticus Kindley, the new substitute teacher for Mr. Wise. I will be taking over the class for the next 4 to 5 months due to the fall he had. And who might you be?

I closed my mouth and tried to answer him intelligently, which didn’t go over so well, I will be in last period class. I sounded like a little girl.

Just then Matt and Pam were knocking on the window by the outside door. I have to go, my friends are waiting for me.

What is your name? I would like to know at least one student in my new class.

Dawn Price, I replied, as I was running out the door. My heart was beating so fast it was hard for me to catch my breath.

Dawn, are you okay? You are scaring me half to death. Matt said Now tell me what happened last night.

I don’t really know. I think I’m going out of my mind, though. I said. It just seems that my mind is playing jokes on me. Right now, I don’t feel right.

Dawn just take a deep breath and tell us what’s going on before I go out of my mind worrying about you, Matt said, with concern.

I took a deep breath and started to tell them what I woke up to this morning. Matt and Pam sat there in disbelief. I didn’t tell them about the voice I was hearing on my iPod, for fear that I really was going out of my mind. I told them I was going to see Dr. Thomus today to have some blood tests done to find out what drugs might be in my body. Matt and Pam said they were going too and would be staying at my house tonight. They would make sure everything was okay. They were my best friends, the best friends anyone could ever ask for.

Pam said she wanted to help me take my hair out in the bathroom. I told her it was alright for now. We could do it at my house so I could wash it out later. Matt began asking some questions about last night.

So, do you remember anything at all? Do you remember anyone touching you? Or is it like before when you couldn’t remember what happened to you in the field?

Yes and no. What I mean is I don’t feel as scared as I was, but it feels like someone has erased my memory of what happened.

Do you think you can finish school today? Pam asked, Because if you can’t, I wouldn’t mind missing science today. We could go to the office and tell them that you’re sick and you need someone to take you home right away. And of course it would be me. That way Mr. Burns won’t know that I didn’t finish my home work.

I told Pam that I needed to stay in school. That was like hitting her in the face, but I couldn’t tell her why. Although I bet she would die if she knew why, especially if she saw Atticus.

Matt told Pam that it was important that I have as normal a day as possible. School is definitely normal for everybody.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Atticus. I didn’t know anything about him and for Pete’s sake he was a sub. What was I doing thinking about him? But for some reason, I just couldn’t stop picturing him in my mind.

We sat and ate our lunch without saying another word about what happened this morning when the bell rang. We told each other that we would meet at the front of the school at 2:45.

As I was walking through the halls, I was thinking how weird everything was to me. I never thought about boys or men. Now here I was with the strange urges going through my body. These urges were making me feel weak at the knees, and leaving a wanting feeling in my body. Normally, any feelings like this I could put off without a second thought.

While I sat at my desk in Mrs. Shaw’s classroom learning about economics, I was thinking how wrong everything was with me when my name was announced over the intercom, Dawn Price, will you please report to Mr.Wisen’s room.

Mrs. Shaw told me to go ahead, there was no homework this weekend, which made the class cheer.

I was walking down the hall to Mr. Wisen’s classroom with way too much excitement going on in my body. As I approached the door, I decided to knock and walk in at the same time because I couldn’t wait to see Atticus. As I pulled open the door, I found him on the other side of the door and ended up walking into him again! His body sent a shiver right down my body. All I could do was look at him in awe. I realized he must be about 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and a very lean body you can see it through his white shirt. He was wearing black corduroy pants and they fit him nicely.

Miss Price, may I have a word with you for a minute? he said with a soft voice.

Yes. It was all I could say at the moment.

Do you have the permission form filled out to attend the blood bank today with your class?

I handed it in on Tuesday. I said.

Well I’m sorry, Miss Price. There must’ve been a mistake or it was misplaced, he said. Would you like me to call your parents and get permission from them?

No, I said quickly, my mother is on her second honeymoon, and no one is home.

Well you’ll have to stay at school then. I’m sure I can think of something for us to do in class.

I felt my body start to shake with excitement. My heart was beating so fast, and it felt so unnatural for me. I didn’t understand these feelings I was having, but I didn’t want them to stop. My reaction to him was so intense, and I loved it.

My face must have been flush. He asked me if I was alright and did I need to sit down for a minute. I hope the news hasn’t upset you about not being able to go to the blood bank.

No, it hasn’t upset me that I can’t go. I said, I didn’t really want to go, and I am terrified of needles.

Well, if you are sure about that, I will see you fourth period.

I thought I was going to drop dead right there. After I closed the door I had to sit down in a chair in the hallway. I only had 10 minutes to wait for the bell, so I decided not to go back to Mrs. Shaw’s classroom. I looked down the hallway and I could’ve sworn that I saw the same man from the bus stop just down the hallway turning the corner. When I took a good look, he wasn’t there.

I started to take deep breaths to clear my mind. I still had the overwhelming feeling that someone was watching me. I looked around again, and of course, like always, the hallways were empty. It must be all in my head.

I decided to listen to music. It always helps me to clear my mind. I put my iPod on and pressed play and a Pink Floyd song played again. I heard the voice again! It was calling me Dee.

I can almost feel you in my arms. It is like a current running through my body and my body is hard with anticipation.

My face was going red and my body was becoming aroused. I found myself touching my breasts. My other hand moved down my body. The voice was stimulating my body, and I was fully aroused. I was now moaning with the voice. It’s like I had no control over the feelings I was having. It was ecstasy. I couldn’t stop thinking that I didn’t want to stop. I was rubbing my groin now.

Yes, the voice was saying. I can feel you, don’t stop. Just let it happen.

In anticipation of what was coming my body was now thrusting to my touch. The release of exquisite desire was overwhelming. The voice was still there talking to me, that was so sweet I could almost taste you. I want you to come to me tonight Dee. Don’t keep me waiting. I need to feel you in my arms. I love you Dee.

My mind jumped right back into focus. What do you mean you love me? You don’t even know me! I don’t know you! How can you love me? What is happening to me? It has to be the drugs they are making me loopy. I went to the washroom to wash my face and pull myself together. As I looked in the mirror, I thought my eyes seemed brighter. Oh come on, Dawn your eyes are the same color. Stop making your mind worse, I told myself.

The bell rang and I was starting to change my mind about going to class. For crying out loud, it’s not his fault. I’m losing my mind alright, I can do this.

I was walking out of the bathroom not looking again and walked right into Atticus again! Now my face was so red with embarrassment I couldn’t talk.

Miss Price, there you are, I was just looking for you. Are you sure you’re alright?

Yes, I’m fine. I just thought I might wash my face with some cold water to snap myself back to normal.

Did it help, this cold water treatment, you gave yourself?

I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I know. I laughed.

Alright, then, he said Let’s go back to class and see what we can do to help you feel like yourself.

I took a deep breath and started to walk to the classroom. This time with my head up and my eyes open. The classroom walls were light yellow with the silhouettes of kids painted on them in different colors, which I enjoyed looking at and trying to figure out who they were. It made my socials studies go much faster. It was a subject that I picked for extra credits. I was hoping that the extra credits and great marks would help me qualify for student loans for college.

Mr. Kindley, where would you like me to sit for class today? I asked.

I was shocked that I could speak to him and look at his eyes at the same time.

Please, call me Atticus. I am too young to be my father. I laughed and started to breathe a little easier again.

Well, since we have such a small class today, how about we sit at this desk here, we can talk about who we are. I will go first. I have two brothers, the oldest is Lorne and the youngest is Victor. Now, it’s your turn.

My mind went back into shock again. I didn’t know if I could do this assignment right. Well, I said, I’m the youngest of seven children from Tom, David, Sam, James, John and Mark.

Wow, that is a lot of brothers, and here I thought two brothers was lot. Are you close to your brothers?

Well, yes and no, there is a big age difference between us, I said, but Mark and I are very close, he is only one year older than I am. We became close when he was sick and in bed for almost a year. I stayed home with him, we hung out.

How very lucky for Mark to have such a nice sister.

I’m happy that we are close, it makes home, a home. Is it my turn to ask a question?

Of course it’s your turn, what would you like to ask me?

Did you move here for the job or for the town? Because this town is so small. And when is your birthday?

That is a good question. I was looking for someone special. I found her here. So when the job came up, I took it. And my birthday is June 1st.

My mind was trying to think about all that happened today. And what was going on with my body and mind. Here I was thinking about sex, which I never thought about. It just leads to no good and I wasn’t having it. But 10 minutes ago, I had given myself an orgasm in the hallway of all places! I just couldn’t stop my mind from going to Atticus. It was like I was in heat. I should