> Reese dived under the water and then came back up, figuring she was far
> enough from any accidental swimmers or people glancing her way to really
> tell what was about to happen, then she started to let go.
>
> The process - and something she had never gotten used to yet - wiped her
out
> for the most part and she still wondered what had happened to make her
> different like this, whether it was a gift or a curse.
>
> It started from the center of her body and moved outward, a wave of heat
> that rose to her face and extended to her limbs and within seconds she was
> closing her eyes and feeling the water starting to bubble around her.
>
> "Stephen King must have had a camcorder on me." she whispered like she
> always did, thinking of the book he had written about a girl with PK. Of
> course... she'd never been chased down by the government.
>
> Because your mother kept you secret... a thought crossed her mind, making
> her think of the woman that had had to take on so much without her
daughter
> ever having realized it before. Even if she had hid the truth from her,
> Sara had done it thinking it would keep Reese safe.. for that she couldn't
> really fault her for it. A mother would do just about anything to keep a
> child safe.
>
> Even lie to her and the father.
>
> The flood gates of emotion started pouring out and Reese was finally hit
> with the realization her mother was dead, never to return. She covered
her
> face and fought for control as her body reacted to the emotions and
> happenings of the past few days. She was in water up to her shoulders and
> even as she stood there it lowered to an inch, and then another. Steam
was
> rising all about her as she continued to cry and all she could do was ride
> it out.
>
Sam:
Samantha watched her friend swim out, making sure she got out to a safe
distance safely. After that however, she lay back on the sand staring at
the sky. Reese needed privacy, not an audience. She folded her arms behind
her head and began the long process of figuring out what in the world she
was going to do about her own life. It was just a mess, it was usually a
mess, at least on the personal level. Professional, she was fine, no
complaints, no problems, she skated along there without a single fall. Why
had the rest of her life not been so easy? She sighed watching the stars
and every now and then catching sight of steam rising and floating towards
her on the ocean breeze.
Sam
