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Iliana
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Not a good thing.
Kharma was starting ot hear voices while she made her daily walk to the park in her town. Instead of going straight to the market place, she had taken a detour. An unintentional one. but a detour nonetheless. It started when she brought her brown eyes up to the sky. The day was beautiful and littered with promises. Promises that the norm would not happen; that something worth keeping her eyes open would happen. Kharma had no other option to trust the sky. It had never lied to her before. Whenever she would walk outside, the wind and humidity would spill secrets of what the weather would be like that day. Though she supposed that other people had a similar gift, somewhat similar to knowing what the sex of a child is going to be before the diagnostics return.
While her eyes were to the sky, she felt a wisp of wind pass her and words spilling along with it. The minute she heard a voice, all of the color drained from her face. Having someone that close to her ear...anyone for that matter...that was the worse thing that she possibly have endured that moment. Kharma whipped around on one foot, lost her footing, and went flying backwards into a bush.
"AHHHH!!!"
On instinct, she tucked her legs under her arms and hissed while she rolled down the hill. Kharma knew exatcly where her scratched and bruised body was heading: right onto Gernat Intersection, duing the busiest time in the day with the rushing oncoming carriages. This is what society did to her.
Kharma was starting ot hear voices while she made her daily walk to the park in her town. Instead of going straight to the market place, she had taken a detour. An unintentional one. but a detour nonetheless. It started when she brought her brown eyes up to the sky. The day was beautiful and littered with promises. Promises that the norm would not happen; that something worth keeping her eyes open would happen. Kharma had no other option to trust the sky. It had never lied to her before. Whenever she would walk outside, the wind and humidity would spill secrets of what the weather would be like that day. Though she supposed that other people had a similar gift, somewhat similar to knowing what the sex of a child is going to be before the diagnostics return.
While her eyes were to the sky, she felt a wisp of wind pass her and words spilling along with it. The minute she heard a voice, all of the color drained from her face. Having someone that close to her ear...anyone for that matter...that was the worse thing that she possibly have endured that moment. Kharma whipped around on one foot, lost her footing, and went flying backwards into a bush.
"AHHHH!!!"
On instinct, she tucked her legs under her arms and hissed while she rolled down the hill. Kharma knew exatcly where her scratched and bruised body was heading: right onto Gernat Intersection, duing the busiest time in the day with the rushing oncoming carriages. This is what society did to her.