Chapter One
Book One- Zoe
WHEN Ты ARE INVISIBLE, Ты CAN SEE WHAT OTHERS THINK Ты CAN'T SEE. THIS CAN COME IN HANDY WHEN Ты NEED TO KNOW YOUR ENEMY. -EMMA
I planted my suitcase on the front porch where my sister Sophie would supposedly carry it inside and up to our rooms или at least that is what dad told her to do. It was very humid out here and I did not want to be out here in this heat.After fetching all of her suitcases, I caught a glimpse of her painting her fingernails and toenails bright red. Irresponsible, as usual. We slave our butts off while she paints her nails. Ты could not trust that girl to do anything. I tried pointing this out to dad but he was too busy with his fiancé Carrie.
Although, I want to believe that Carrie loves him, I just can not see a girl like her with my father. They were so not compatible. For one she looks like she should be in her late twenties или early thirties while my dad is in his early forties. She should be one of those dancers in a hip hip movie while my dad has a picture of himself on the cover of National Geographic. What could they possible have to talk about. If I had known two years назад that they were going to get engaged, I would have stopped it there,
"Sophie!" I called from the car. I was fed up with her being lazy. "You gotta take those suitcases inside!"
"When I am done," she replied. If I had let those suitcases sit outside in the hot air, then I would most likely get in trouble. Dad would find a way to make it my fault. I took it upon myself to lug those heavy bags inside our new home. The sad part is that this would be the most fun I would probably have this summer.
I did not want to spend my birthday like this. The день I turn 13 had to be the день we Переместить into this old Victorian Главная with Carrie. My dad thought it would be a fun adventure but all I see that is the least bit fun is the tire hanging on the rope which was tied on a дерево branch. It reminded me of mom. Bittersweet.
I had to admit though. The house was gigantic and very elegant. There were about three floors, the first floor contained the kitchen, living room, and an extra room which would be dad's office and a library. The секунда floor contained four bedrooms and three bathrooms. I thought that would definitely come in handy. Then the third floor was the attic. I had to beg dad for me to set up my art studio up there and he had finally agreed this morning. I was so excited that I started designing what I wanted my studio to look like in the car ride.
Sophie and I would finally have our own separate rooms on the секунда floor. They were right beside each other but at least this time I can have my own постель, кровати and keep my diary nearby without having the fear of her Чтение it.
"Do Ты like it Zoe?" My dad asked. He was suddenly right behind me. I did not even realize that he had climbed up the stairs along with me to my room.
"Yea, it is huge," I replied.
Sophie peered at my room. "Zoe, did Ты try to decorate your room?" She asked.She had came out of no where. This family needs to start wearing bells around their necks.
"Yes, Sophie," I сказал(-а) annoyed. "Just wait until I finish most of my paintings. They will be hanging in my room. Oh and dad can I repaint my room the way I want it?" I already had a great idea for it. If I was going to live in this room for the rest of my life until I go to college then I would have to do it my way.
"Sure but please do not mess with the wiring или anything other then painting the walls." He looked exhausted but he did have to drive from Atlanta, Georgia to Brunswick, Georgia which was a 5 час drive. He wouldn't be so tired if Carrie hadn't left her bags back in Atlanta and her wallet. "And I promised Sophie she could have half of the attic for her instruments."
All of our lives Sophie an I had to share everything but I really didn't want to share the attic with my twin. I Любовь her and all but besides my room I have nothing of mine. I don't know what it is but me and my sister just don't see eye to eye. We are two completely different people. This could just be me being selfish. "Fine. I gotta go unpack."
I slammed the door in their face and squished my face onto the pillow. I didn't want to Переместить out here in the first place and then this Carrie girl comes and ruins everything. I just wish that mom was here. Bittersweet.
'Are Ты okay old friend?' whispered a soft voice. The voice was soothing and familiar at the same time but I couldn't remember. I sat up but I saw no one in my room. My nerves were getting to me again.
Whenever I have a strong emotion, I can hear a voice so calming that it makes me forget about my troubles but I thought that, that would go away as soon as we moved. 'It only gets stronger the older Ты get.' The voice only got louder and еще clearer. 'I will need your help one day. Would Ты help me?" I felt compelled to help.
A couple of hours later, Carrie called everyone down for dinner. The only thing she was useful for was cooking us dinner. She has a real talent with cooking but my mom was better. Bittersweet again!
Sophie glanced at me as if she had something important to tell me but didn't know how to tell me. When we were 10, we created this secret code that we would send to each other if their was something we needed to tell each other. If it was an emergency then Ты hold up three fingers, two for it can wait, and one for I have something to tell Ты but I won't tell Ты now. Today it was an emergency.
Ты could see the panic in her brown eyes which were similar to mine.
"A vegan hot dog for Zoe and a regular hotdog with everything on it for Sophie." Instead of giving me the vegan hotdog, she gave it to Sophie while I got a hotdog with everything on it. She was always getting this wrong. We have known Carrie for about two years now and she still couldn't tell us apart.
"Actually, I am Zoe and that is Sophie," I corrected.
"Oops," she giggled. Her giggles are so irritating but my dad thought they were adorable. What does he see in her? "Sorry Sophie, and Zoe. I am so forgetful."
"We will be right back," I сказал(-а) quickly. Sophie and I got up from the таблица and went straight to her room which she had spent enriching her room with pictures of Друзья and some of her Избранное bands. She paced the open area back and forth. Sensing she was not going to talk anytime soon I сказал(-а) something first. "What is the emergency?"
"Remember when dad сказал(-а) we had imaginary Друзья named Emma and Erica?" She questioned.
"Yea why?"
"I think I saw Emma," she answered.
"Don't Ты think Ты are a bit too old for imaginary friends?" I joked, she was not laughing.
"She was not imaginary. She was dead." The stern look on her face told me everything. It told me everything that I knew was true whether my brain сказал(-а) it wasn't. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, I knew that we had made Друзья with spirits.
Book One- Zoe
WHEN Ты ARE INVISIBLE, Ты CAN SEE WHAT OTHERS THINK Ты CAN'T SEE. THIS CAN COME IN HANDY WHEN Ты NEED TO KNOW YOUR ENEMY. -EMMA
I planted my suitcase on the front porch where my sister Sophie would supposedly carry it inside and up to our rooms или at least that is what dad told her to do. It was very humid out here and I did not want to be out here in this heat.After fetching all of her suitcases, I caught a glimpse of her painting her fingernails and toenails bright red. Irresponsible, as usual. We slave our butts off while she paints her nails. Ты could not trust that girl to do anything. I tried pointing this out to dad but he was too busy with his fiancé Carrie.
Although, I want to believe that Carrie loves him, I just can not see a girl like her with my father. They were so not compatible. For one she looks like she should be in her late twenties или early thirties while my dad is in his early forties. She should be one of those dancers in a hip hip movie while my dad has a picture of himself on the cover of National Geographic. What could they possible have to talk about. If I had known two years назад that they were going to get engaged, I would have stopped it there,
"Sophie!" I called from the car. I was fed up with her being lazy. "You gotta take those suitcases inside!"
"When I am done," she replied. If I had let those suitcases sit outside in the hot air, then I would most likely get in trouble. Dad would find a way to make it my fault. I took it upon myself to lug those heavy bags inside our new home. The sad part is that this would be the most fun I would probably have this summer.
I did not want to spend my birthday like this. The день I turn 13 had to be the день we Переместить into this old Victorian Главная with Carrie. My dad thought it would be a fun adventure but all I see that is the least bit fun is the tire hanging on the rope which was tied on a дерево branch. It reminded me of mom. Bittersweet.
I had to admit though. The house was gigantic and very elegant. There were about three floors, the first floor contained the kitchen, living room, and an extra room which would be dad's office and a library. The секунда floor contained four bedrooms and three bathrooms. I thought that would definitely come in handy. Then the third floor was the attic. I had to beg dad for me to set up my art studio up there and he had finally agreed this morning. I was so excited that I started designing what I wanted my studio to look like in the car ride.
Sophie and I would finally have our own separate rooms on the секунда floor. They were right beside each other but at least this time I can have my own постель, кровати and keep my diary nearby without having the fear of her Чтение it.
"Do Ты like it Zoe?" My dad asked. He was suddenly right behind me. I did not even realize that he had climbed up the stairs along with me to my room.
"Yea, it is huge," I replied.
Sophie peered at my room. "Zoe, did Ты try to decorate your room?" She asked.She had came out of no where. This family needs to start wearing bells around their necks.
"Yes, Sophie," I сказал(-а) annoyed. "Just wait until I finish most of my paintings. They will be hanging in my room. Oh and dad can I repaint my room the way I want it?" I already had a great idea for it. If I was going to live in this room for the rest of my life until I go to college then I would have to do it my way.
"Sure but please do not mess with the wiring или anything other then painting the walls." He looked exhausted but he did have to drive from Atlanta, Georgia to Brunswick, Georgia which was a 5 час drive. He wouldn't be so tired if Carrie hadn't left her bags back in Atlanta and her wallet. "And I promised Sophie she could have half of the attic for her instruments."
All of our lives Sophie an I had to share everything but I really didn't want to share the attic with my twin. I Любовь her and all but besides my room I have nothing of mine. I don't know what it is but me and my sister just don't see eye to eye. We are two completely different people. This could just be me being selfish. "Fine. I gotta go unpack."
I slammed the door in their face and squished my face onto the pillow. I didn't want to Переместить out here in the first place and then this Carrie girl comes and ruins everything. I just wish that mom was here. Bittersweet.
'Are Ты okay old friend?' whispered a soft voice. The voice was soothing and familiar at the same time but I couldn't remember. I sat up but I saw no one in my room. My nerves were getting to me again.
Whenever I have a strong emotion, I can hear a voice so calming that it makes me forget about my troubles but I thought that, that would go away as soon as we moved. 'It only gets stronger the older Ты get.' The voice only got louder and еще clearer. 'I will need your help one day. Would Ты help me?" I felt compelled to help.
A couple of hours later, Carrie called everyone down for dinner. The only thing she was useful for was cooking us dinner. She has a real talent with cooking but my mom was better. Bittersweet again!
Sophie glanced at me as if she had something important to tell me but didn't know how to tell me. When we were 10, we created this secret code that we would send to each other if their was something we needed to tell each other. If it was an emergency then Ты hold up three fingers, two for it can wait, and one for I have something to tell Ты but I won't tell Ты now. Today it was an emergency.
Ты could see the panic in her brown eyes which were similar to mine.
"A vegan hot dog for Zoe and a regular hotdog with everything on it for Sophie." Instead of giving me the vegan hotdog, she gave it to Sophie while I got a hotdog with everything on it. She was always getting this wrong. We have known Carrie for about two years now and she still couldn't tell us apart.
"Actually, I am Zoe and that is Sophie," I corrected.
"Oops," she giggled. Her giggles are so irritating but my dad thought they were adorable. What does he see in her? "Sorry Sophie, and Zoe. I am so forgetful."
"We will be right back," I сказал(-а) quickly. Sophie and I got up from the таблица and went straight to her room which she had spent enriching her room with pictures of Друзья and some of her Избранное bands. She paced the open area back and forth. Sensing she was not going to talk anytime soon I сказал(-а) something first. "What is the emergency?"
"Remember when dad сказал(-а) we had imaginary Друзья named Emma and Erica?" She questioned.
"Yea why?"
"I think I saw Emma," she answered.
"Don't Ты think Ты are a bit too old for imaginary friends?" I joked, she was not laughing.
"She was not imaginary. She was dead." The stern look on her face told me everything. It told me everything that I knew was true whether my brain сказал(-а) it wasn't. No matter how ridiculous it sounded, I knew that we had made Друзья with spirits.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
but now its over
and i am not going back
had my сердце broken
had my dreams blown away
it only took Ты a second
to rearrange my whole day
I use to know you
but now its over
and i see that now
Ты blew me away
far from here
and i couldnt make it back
but i bet Ты knew that
I use to know
someone like you
he was friendly
but i left him behind
in the rain
in the cold
where i couldnt see him
i hope you're different
it would help
if Ты werent exactly like him
nice to know you
but i must go
and protect my soul
how nice of Ты to stop by
but please go Главная now
I use to know you
but now im long gone
and it feels great'
to leave that burden behind
i wont see Ты again
i wont be there when Ты fall
just know that i
wont pick Ты up again
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much еще green
Драконы that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And Кошки that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give Ты nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, или copper или even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
Ты can get your own fairy and wish for whatever Ты want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much еще green
Драконы that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And Кошки that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give Ты nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, или copper или even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
Ты can get your own fairy and wish for whatever Ты want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around