The visions all started when I was six. At first they were short flashes and then they grew longer and took up my dreams. Many people thought I was crazy when I told them I saw glances of people’s deaths. In my childhood, I travelled all over the world to hundreds of different doctors to find out what was wrong with me. No one knew. I’m now 18 and wanted by the FBI. There is nothing like my power in the world. The FBI aren’t the only ones looking for me thought. I have people all over the world searching for me. I left my mother when I was just 10-years old to protect her and I learned how to live on my own. My whole life has been me moving from country to country switching my identities as I go. I’m walking into a new town as Jasmine Rosen
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I pulled up and parked at the side of the gas station and grabbed a small bag out of the back seat. It’s the same thing for every place, same me but a different identity, a new façade. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I searched through the bag until I found the bottle of red hair dye and got started. I walked in as Melanie Taylor a preppy blonde from California and walked out as Jasmine Rosen a young student looking for fresh start. Every new town meant a new house, new people, and a new life. I drove through the town to the first real estate I saw and walked in. a chime travelled through the store as I opened the door and a woman in a pinstriped business suit came to greet m. “Hello dear, I’m Sandra Owens, the best real estate agent around. How can I help you?” not once did her preppy smile leave her …show more content…
A little brown cottage on the outskirts of town. Perfect isolation and perfect if I was in need of a quick getaway. As she walked away to grab a few papers for me to sign, I got up and walked to the window at the front of the shop. Bend was an older looking town. People were scattered along the street socializing and enjoying the brisk autumn air. I walked back over to the desk and took a seat and waited for her to comeback. After about an hour of signing papers she handed me the keys and gave me directions. I thanked her and left. I drove to the outskirts of town until I noticed a small sign sticking out from in between trees to the right. I slowed down and looked at the sign. 1921, I found it, I turned down the small mud driveway and was taken into a forest. The secluded driveway was out of sight and I felt good about it. Out of sight out of mind right, I thought to myself. After driving deeper into the forest the sight of a brown cottage came into
I pulled up and parked at the side of the gas station and grabbed a small bag out of the back seat. It’s the same thing for every place, same me but a different identity, a new façade. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I searched through the bag until I found the bottle of red hair dye and got started. I walked in as Melanie Taylor a preppy blonde from California and walked out as Jasmine Rosen a young student looking for fresh start. Every new town meant a new house, new people, and a new life. I drove through the town to the first real estate I saw and walked in. a chime travelled through the store as I opened the door and a woman in a pinstriped business suit came to greet m. “Hello dear, I’m Sandra Owens, the best real estate agent around. How can I help you?” not once did her preppy smile leave her …show more content…
A little brown cottage on the outskirts of town. Perfect isolation and perfect if I was in need of a quick getaway. As she walked away to grab a few papers for me to sign, I got up and walked to the window at the front of the shop. Bend was an older looking town. People were scattered along the street socializing and enjoying the brisk autumn air. I walked back over to the desk and took a seat and waited for her to comeback. After about an hour of signing papers she handed me the keys and gave me directions. I thanked her and left. I drove to the outskirts of town until I noticed a small sign sticking out from in between trees to the right. I slowed down and looked at the sign. 1921, I found it, I turned down the small mud driveway and was taken into a forest. The secluded driveway was out of sight and I felt good about it. Out of sight out of mind right, I thought to myself. After driving deeper into the forest the sight of a brown cottage came into