divining, healing, whatever you need counseling on. There will be group and individual sessions, group discussions, meditation, and my favorite thing, a very special field trip."
"Where to?" Maddie asks Jess and me.
Oliver shifts his eyes to Maddie. "For now it's a secret, but I will tell you it's very spiritual, emotional, and quite moving. It's where you'll face your biggest fear when it comes to your abilities. What it is that might be holding you back or scaring you. And it's where you'll find additional guidance to help you through it. That's what you're here for. To enlighten yourself. Not until you truly accept the particular gift you've been given will you be able to fully use it to help others"
This certainly isn't something I haven't heard before from Loreen and Father Massimo. But my parents paid good money for me to be here, so I won't block myself anymore and will try to be more open-minded to what Oliver and his staff have in store for us.
This is one of those times that I truly miss Emily. My spirit guide ... my mother. She'd have something smart, comforting, and appropriate to say at this moment. It makes no sense to me how her spirit was with me my whole life, but as soon as I figured out she was there, she left. She passed into the light. Just when I needed her most. I've lost my mother twice. Maybe that's something Oliver can help me accept and move past.
"We all have things we have to accept and move past," I hear next to me.
My head snaps up and I see Patrick right there. His sunglasses are up on his forehead, revealing the deep, dark eyes that seem to go on for miles. Speechless, I feel I could drown in their depths. I chortle in spite of myself and my thoughts.
He jerks to attention and hurriedly tugs his sunglasses into place. "Drowning's no laughing matter, Kendall."
Is he reading my thoughts?
Hot flames paint my cheeks, and the animal instinct part of me chooses flight instead of fight when I see my roommate and the other kids headed toward the cabins.
"Jess! Wait up!" I call out. "See you in the morning, Patrick."
"Bright and early, I'm sure."
Jess loops her arm through mine and drags me in the direction of our cabin. "
What
is up with you and the intense guy?"
"Nothing!" I snap. "Not a damn thing."
Laughter spills out of Jess. "Oh, honey. I'm not a psychic, but even
I
can tell something's going to happen with you two."
My intuition tells me that she's right.
Chapter Seven
I' M FLOATING AWAY.
In clouds, perhaps? No ... in waves.
Peaceful, lapping waterâor is it? Menacing salty fingers grab at me. The churning foam of the ocean pulls and tugs my limbs, drawing me into its depths. Sea foam green that looks so pretty as a wall color but terrifying as a grave marker.
Help me! Help!
I call out.
Who can hear me? who can help me?
Oh no, not again. Not another disaster on the horizon of my life.
Can anyone save me? Can I save myself?
Through the mirrored haze of confusion, I see him. Hershey Eyes. No, he has a real name. Patrick. Patrick Lynn. His eyes are so deep and mysterious that they beckon and call to me even in my darkest hour.
He kisses me. Lips so cool. Attitude to match.
"
I've got you, Kendall.
"
Words I've heard before, only not from him.
The strained buzz from the monitor signaling the end of life. A sound I've heard before. A sound that represented my heart.
Only now my heart cries out for...
"Ahhh!"
I bolt straight up in bed. Sweat covers me, imprinting my shape on the pink sheets of cabin 14 at the Rose Briar Inn.
"Kendall?" Jess asks softly from her side of the room. "Are you okay?"
Slowing my rapid breathing, I say, "Yeah. I guess." I tug the black elastic from my wrist and wrench my long hair up into a messy ponytail/bun thing to get it off my moist neck.
"Nightmare?"
"Something like that." Or the most heavenly dream ever of being kissed by Patrick Lynn. Must block that thought before 8:00 a.m. arrives and he can read me over my morning waffles.
"I
"Where to?" Maddie asks Jess and me.
Oliver shifts his eyes to Maddie. "For now it's a secret, but I will tell you it's very spiritual, emotional, and quite moving. It's where you'll face your biggest fear when it comes to your abilities. What it is that might be holding you back or scaring you. And it's where you'll find additional guidance to help you through it. That's what you're here for. To enlighten yourself. Not until you truly accept the particular gift you've been given will you be able to fully use it to help others"
This certainly isn't something I haven't heard before from Loreen and Father Massimo. But my parents paid good money for me to be here, so I won't block myself anymore and will try to be more open-minded to what Oliver and his staff have in store for us.
This is one of those times that I truly miss Emily. My spirit guide ... my mother. She'd have something smart, comforting, and appropriate to say at this moment. It makes no sense to me how her spirit was with me my whole life, but as soon as I figured out she was there, she left. She passed into the light. Just when I needed her most. I've lost my mother twice. Maybe that's something Oliver can help me accept and move past.
"We all have things we have to accept and move past," I hear next to me.
My head snaps up and I see Patrick right there. His sunglasses are up on his forehead, revealing the deep, dark eyes that seem to go on for miles. Speechless, I feel I could drown in their depths. I chortle in spite of myself and my thoughts.
He jerks to attention and hurriedly tugs his sunglasses into place. "Drowning's no laughing matter, Kendall."
Is he reading my thoughts?
Hot flames paint my cheeks, and the animal instinct part of me chooses flight instead of fight when I see my roommate and the other kids headed toward the cabins.
"Jess! Wait up!" I call out. "See you in the morning, Patrick."
"Bright and early, I'm sure."
Jess loops her arm through mine and drags me in the direction of our cabin. "
What
is up with you and the intense guy?"
"Nothing!" I snap. "Not a damn thing."
Laughter spills out of Jess. "Oh, honey. I'm not a psychic, but even
I
can tell something's going to happen with you two."
My intuition tells me that she's right.
Chapter Seven
I' M FLOATING AWAY.
In clouds, perhaps? No ... in waves.
Peaceful, lapping waterâor is it? Menacing salty fingers grab at me. The churning foam of the ocean pulls and tugs my limbs, drawing me into its depths. Sea foam green that looks so pretty as a wall color but terrifying as a grave marker.
Help me! Help!
I call out.
Who can hear me? who can help me?
Oh no, not again. Not another disaster on the horizon of my life.
Can anyone save me? Can I save myself?
Through the mirrored haze of confusion, I see him. Hershey Eyes. No, he has a real name. Patrick. Patrick Lynn. His eyes are so deep and mysterious that they beckon and call to me even in my darkest hour.
He kisses me. Lips so cool. Attitude to match.
"
I've got you, Kendall.
"
Words I've heard before, only not from him.
The strained buzz from the monitor signaling the end of life. A sound I've heard before. A sound that represented my heart.
Only now my heart cries out for...
"Ahhh!"
I bolt straight up in bed. Sweat covers me, imprinting my shape on the pink sheets of cabin 14 at the Rose Briar Inn.
"Kendall?" Jess asks softly from her side of the room. "Are you okay?"
Slowing my rapid breathing, I say, "Yeah. I guess." I tug the black elastic from my wrist and wrench my long hair up into a messy ponytail/bun thing to get it off my moist neck.
"Nightmare?"
"Something like that." Or the most heavenly dream ever of being kissed by Patrick Lynn. Must block that thought before 8:00 a.m. arrives and he can read me over my morning waffles.
"I
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