My Life Changing Experience: A Narrative Fiction

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I met Carl in the hanger the following day with a full, happy stomach. Sally had slipped me another fruit and nut bar with my oatmeal. The sugar in the fruit must have given me a high because I felt myself smiling. I was disappointed I didn’t see Evan at breakfast, but when the thought that I would be his wife tomorrow popped up it almost made me giddy.
Carl was his usual horrible self. He barked at me to move the compartments again. It took me most of the day to move them all, but it was Carl’s taunts the whole time that infuriated me.
“You seem to do better when you’re angry,” he sneered at me when I moved the last one and let it fall down with a deep echoing crash. “You’ve proven that you can move objects, but now it’s time to see if
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In my dreams that night, long vines of bindweed crept up my body roping around me. The more I struggled, the tighter they wound. I couldn’t move or speak. The Council stood in front of me taunting and laughing.
Chapter Sixteen
I shot up in my bed. My forehead was sweaty and I breathed heavily. I knew it was only a dream but I couldn’t shake the feeling of truth it held. I looked at my clock. It was seven thirty. The wedding—my wedding was in forty five minutes. I jumped out of bed and threw on my clothes.
“Mother?” I hollered as I opened my door. “Mother?” I said again, charging to my parent’s bedroom door and knocking. She didn’t answer. I cracked the door open; nobody. I hurried to Jarik’s door and found the same thing. Where was everybody and why had no one waken me sooner?
After showering, I paced around the apartment for a few minutes before deciding to just go to the bridal shop myself. I sprinted up the four flights of stairs and burst outside. It was the perfect spring morning. Birds chirped happily in the trees and the sun warmed my skin against the cool air. I ran to the bridal shop as fast as I could. Only Sophia was

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