tell me it’s almost six and the alarm is about to go off. Pushing down the button to silence it before it can start; I pick up the book next to it and hurry over to my desk. I turn on the lamp and wipe the sleep from my eyes; I don’t have much time before I have to get ready for school.
Opening the delicate pages, I confirm what I already knew; on the first page of text about half way down is the vulture hieroglyph. I’ve seen this one a lot in the books Dad has. He’s circled it in pen and wrote off in the margin beside it. Everything else he wrote on that page was in dark ink, except for the word Alexandria, which is written in pencil .
Startled, I read everything in the notation that includes my name. It was a description of a location in Alexandria , Egypt. It’s one of the largest cities in Egypt now; my namesake.
Grabbing a pad of paper and pen, I write out my name. With confidence growing, I flip through several more pages, looking for anything written in pencil. I find it ten pages in, on the bottom margin. The only word in pencil is follow . I write it down. Half way through the book, I almost miss the crammed in between several sentences about pyramids.
There are less than a hundred and fifty pages to the whole book, so it isn’t long before I find the next one. Only, it isn’t a word. It’s the vulture hieroglyph, clearly drawn in pencil on the inner margin, near the spine.
As I carefully draw the picture, the correlation between this cryptic message and my dream becomes obvious. Alexandria follow the vulture.
I drop the pen and lean back from the desk, rubbing at my temples. How is this even possible? Did my subconscious pick up on it and cause the dream? Impossible. I hadn’t even looked at half those pages, so I couldn’t have possibly known what it was saying.
Not expecting to find any more text, I go back to the book and thumb quickly through the remaining pages. To my surprise, there is one more on the very last page. { Hollow} . Well, that didn’t help any. What in the world was that supposed to mean?
Alexandria follow the vulture { hollow }
My breath catches in my throat and a sob escapes me. My father is trying to speak to me from the grave and I can’t even understand what he’s saying!
There’s a loud pounding on my door and I jump, startled. “Alex!” Jacob yells, knocking again. “Are you up?”
Looking at the clock, I see that it’s already past 6:30. How long was I sitting here, staring at those simple words? “Yes Jacob, I’ll be out in a minute.” His footsteps retreat down the hallway and I push back from the desk.
No shower for me today. Ripping the paper I wrote on from my notebook, I carefully fold it. I pull on my favorite jeans and then stuff the paper in my back pocket. Taking the book back into the closet, I grab a shirt off a hanger before setting it under the watchful bear.
I finish dressing and run a brush through my thick wavy hair that falls a few inches past my shoulders. Looking in the mirror, I scrutinize my face. Missy has forever claimed to be envious of my dark lashes, saying that it looks like I always have mascara and eyeliner on. Applying some shaded lip gloss, I decide its good enough and pick my phone up off the floor where it was charging.
Although it’s early and I know Missy is sick, I can’t wait. I have to message her; Missy U have to call me as soon as U can. Must talk!!!!
Slowing as I pass Moms room, I peek in and see that she appears to still be sleeping. Rushing into the kitchen, I quickly heat up a couple of waffles and pour a glass of juice. Taking it back to her bedroom, I try to carefully place it on her nightstand without waking her. However, as I’m backing away, she rolls over and looks at me.
Expecting her usual smile or some other form of acknowledgement, I’m thrown off by her silence. She’s just staring
Opening the delicate pages, I confirm what I already knew; on the first page of text about half way down is the vulture hieroglyph. I’ve seen this one a lot in the books Dad has. He’s circled it in pen and wrote off in the margin beside it. Everything else he wrote on that page was in dark ink, except for the word Alexandria, which is written in pencil .
Startled, I read everything in the notation that includes my name. It was a description of a location in Alexandria , Egypt. It’s one of the largest cities in Egypt now; my namesake.
Grabbing a pad of paper and pen, I write out my name. With confidence growing, I flip through several more pages, looking for anything written in pencil. I find it ten pages in, on the bottom margin. The only word in pencil is follow . I write it down. Half way through the book, I almost miss the crammed in between several sentences about pyramids.
There are less than a hundred and fifty pages to the whole book, so it isn’t long before I find the next one. Only, it isn’t a word. It’s the vulture hieroglyph, clearly drawn in pencil on the inner margin, near the spine.
As I carefully draw the picture, the correlation between this cryptic message and my dream becomes obvious. Alexandria follow the vulture.
I drop the pen and lean back from the desk, rubbing at my temples. How is this even possible? Did my subconscious pick up on it and cause the dream? Impossible. I hadn’t even looked at half those pages, so I couldn’t have possibly known what it was saying.
Not expecting to find any more text, I go back to the book and thumb quickly through the remaining pages. To my surprise, there is one more on the very last page. { Hollow} . Well, that didn’t help any. What in the world was that supposed to mean?
Alexandria follow the vulture { hollow }
My breath catches in my throat and a sob escapes me. My father is trying to speak to me from the grave and I can’t even understand what he’s saying!
There’s a loud pounding on my door and I jump, startled. “Alex!” Jacob yells, knocking again. “Are you up?”
Looking at the clock, I see that it’s already past 6:30. How long was I sitting here, staring at those simple words? “Yes Jacob, I’ll be out in a minute.” His footsteps retreat down the hallway and I push back from the desk.
No shower for me today. Ripping the paper I wrote on from my notebook, I carefully fold it. I pull on my favorite jeans and then stuff the paper in my back pocket. Taking the book back into the closet, I grab a shirt off a hanger before setting it under the watchful bear.
I finish dressing and run a brush through my thick wavy hair that falls a few inches past my shoulders. Looking in the mirror, I scrutinize my face. Missy has forever claimed to be envious of my dark lashes, saying that it looks like I always have mascara and eyeliner on. Applying some shaded lip gloss, I decide its good enough and pick my phone up off the floor where it was charging.
Although it’s early and I know Missy is sick, I can’t wait. I have to message her; Missy U have to call me as soon as U can. Must talk!!!!
Slowing as I pass Moms room, I peek in and see that she appears to still be sleeping. Rushing into the kitchen, I quickly heat up a couple of waffles and pour a glass of juice. Taking it back to her bedroom, I try to carefully place it on her nightstand without waking her. However, as I’m backing away, she rolls over and looks at me.
Expecting her usual smile or some other form of acknowledgement, I’m thrown off by her silence. She’s just staring
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