moved to a patch of grass under the knarley cherry tree where she and Sonya had met the day before. She looked down at the bag in her hand. Ryan had just held it...How could he tell anything about it? Quickly she opened it up. Looking at the handmade card she had hastily stuffed inside, she read what the silvery blue calligraphy had scribed,
"You are a beautiful child of God. This stone is being passed on to you at this perfect time. It will change your life if you let it, and only you can find the secrets to its magic." Holding the rock she wondered what her aunt meant. It could change her life. What is the secret of the stone?
Jillian got comfortable. Maybe it has a recorder. "Hello?" She said holding the stone to her lips. But it did nothing. She shook it. Nothing inside. She held it in the sunlight to see if she could see through it. Its surface was smooth and it was cool to the touch. It fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. It’s just a rock she thought and slipped it back into the pouch.
Seeing the star on the pouch made her think. Maybe it has a chip in it that sends information to a satellite in outer space. Like the ‘Jillian Channel?’ What if people could watch everything I said and did and they could even hear all of my thoughts as I was thinking them! They could watch my reality show. I’d always say the right thing at the right time. Even the "popular" kids at school would be nice since they would like to hang out with me. But, what if I thought something unpleasant or rude, they would know. That would be difficult, keeping all of my thoughts happy. No, that would be impossible.
She daydreamed about having friends that were nice to her because they liked who she truly was, friends that really meant something to her, and ones that she could trust, ones that made her feel valued. A best friend would be so nice. She had never actually had one before. Someone she could tell everything to and know they would still like her. They could agree to disagree. A friend to share everything with, even their deepest darkest secrets. They could watch each other get older, and tell stories about when they were younger. Someone to learn from and someone to teach!
She started feeling so happy! She could see herself popular, poised, and confident. She had no fears. She saw herself talking to another girl the same age. They laughed and hugged. Other people were jealous of them! A friend for everything, forever! Her heart felt enormous and strong. It was like the sun was inside her, shining. I AM beautiful! She thought.
“ Oh yes, you are magnificent!” Another voice said. Jillian looked up. Her jaw dropped. There was the most beautiful white horse standing beside her. She looked around. The meadow had colorful flowers as far as she could see. The tree above her was lush and green. The soft whooshing of the water flowing in the stream took her breath away. There was no one else here but them.
Laying very still, her eyes darting from side to side, she thought w ha… what's going on?
“ You were resting here thinking about the stone your aunt gave you.”
You’re talking to me.
“ Yes I am.”
But I’m not talking, I’m thinking .
“ Yes, I am too,” the horse replied.
How can you hear what I’m thinking?
“ I just asked what you were thinking and I could then hear you.”
Jillian stood up and looked at the magnificent white horse. Her white mane and tail were thick, wavy and long, with silver and gold strands running through them. Her eyes were so big and brown, gentle and sweet. “You are so beautiful.” She said.
The horse gently bowed her head and said “Thank you. My name is Illianna. You asked about the secret of the stone," it seemed as if her eyes were smiling.
“ How could a stone change my life?” Jillian asked. “Is it magic?”
“ Like everything, magic starts in the mind. What did the card say?” Illianna
"You are a beautiful child of God. This stone is being passed on to you at this perfect time. It will change your life if you let it, and only you can find the secrets to its magic." Holding the rock she wondered what her aunt meant. It could change her life. What is the secret of the stone?
Jillian got comfortable. Maybe it has a recorder. "Hello?" She said holding the stone to her lips. But it did nothing. She shook it. Nothing inside. She held it in the sunlight to see if she could see through it. Its surface was smooth and it was cool to the touch. It fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. It’s just a rock she thought and slipped it back into the pouch.
Seeing the star on the pouch made her think. Maybe it has a chip in it that sends information to a satellite in outer space. Like the ‘Jillian Channel?’ What if people could watch everything I said and did and they could even hear all of my thoughts as I was thinking them! They could watch my reality show. I’d always say the right thing at the right time. Even the "popular" kids at school would be nice since they would like to hang out with me. But, what if I thought something unpleasant or rude, they would know. That would be difficult, keeping all of my thoughts happy. No, that would be impossible.
She daydreamed about having friends that were nice to her because they liked who she truly was, friends that really meant something to her, and ones that she could trust, ones that made her feel valued. A best friend would be so nice. She had never actually had one before. Someone she could tell everything to and know they would still like her. They could agree to disagree. A friend to share everything with, even their deepest darkest secrets. They could watch each other get older, and tell stories about when they were younger. Someone to learn from and someone to teach!
She started feeling so happy! She could see herself popular, poised, and confident. She had no fears. She saw herself talking to another girl the same age. They laughed and hugged. Other people were jealous of them! A friend for everything, forever! Her heart felt enormous and strong. It was like the sun was inside her, shining. I AM beautiful! She thought.
“ Oh yes, you are magnificent!” Another voice said. Jillian looked up. Her jaw dropped. There was the most beautiful white horse standing beside her. She looked around. The meadow had colorful flowers as far as she could see. The tree above her was lush and green. The soft whooshing of the water flowing in the stream took her breath away. There was no one else here but them.
Laying very still, her eyes darting from side to side, she thought w ha… what's going on?
“ You were resting here thinking about the stone your aunt gave you.”
You’re talking to me.
“ Yes I am.”
But I’m not talking, I’m thinking .
“ Yes, I am too,” the horse replied.
How can you hear what I’m thinking?
“ I just asked what you were thinking and I could then hear you.”
Jillian stood up and looked at the magnificent white horse. Her white mane and tail were thick, wavy and long, with silver and gold strands running through them. Her eyes were so big and brown, gentle and sweet. “You are so beautiful.” She said.
The horse gently bowed her head and said “Thank you. My name is Illianna. You asked about the secret of the stone," it seemed as if her eyes were smiling.
“ How could a stone change my life?” Jillian asked. “Is it magic?”
“ Like everything, magic starts in the mind. What did the card say?” Illianna
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