It was the afternoon of May 14, the earth spinning as the blazing sun slowly faded and the majestic moon waited to shine. The temperature changes from hot, sweaty summer to bone-chilling winter. For the people of Wimer town, these crazy temperature swings are normal because they are used to them.
When the clock strikes 6 and the sun sets completely, everyone reaches for their warm clothes, coats and anything else that will keep them warm as the temperatures drop. Tourists visiting their town have a hard time adjusting to the strange climate. It is rumored that their town is from another dimension, but it is what it is.
At the very end of the town stood a small mansion that belonged to a amazing couple. It was surrounded by trees maybe even a forest. The man worked as an architect and the woman as the head of the town's women's protection organization.
All the people in the town loved the couple and admired their dedication to their work and undying love for each other. After 3 years of marriage, they received a wonderful news. The wife became pregnant and the news spread all over the town, so the head of the town organized a congratulatory party.
In the marketplace there was loud music, colorful lights, many round tables with white cloths and a long table with food shared by the residents.
Everyone congratulated the couple and gave them gifts for the baby. In addition, everyone was looking forward to the birth of the child.
This is how lovingly the town treated the couple.
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"Mom, have you seen my jacket?" Nali asked her mother as she hugged herself and rubbed her arms trying to keep warm.
"What jacket?" Asked her mother from across the room as she put things in a large box.
"The red one with my name on it," she answered.
"Check the laundry room, I washed it yesterday," replied her mother as she picked up her feet and walked to the laundry room.
"Are you done packing, sweetie?" Said her father suddenly as he saw Nali walking down the stairs.
"Not yet, Dad," she replied, letting out a big sigh, whereupon her father looked at her with a puzzled look.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Her father made his way over to her. He put his hand on both of her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"Dad, why do we have to leave this town. There's no other great city like , I don't want to leave here." She said, looking sad.
"Oh sweetie, I know you love this town and the people, but we've already talked about this. It's time for you to have a new life, a new environment, and new friends, and besides, I've got a new project. I hope you understand, sweetie," he said while hugging his daughter tightly.
"I understand, and I also know that you and Mommy planned this after what I did," she said, looking down at the brown carpeted floor.
Nali had no choice but to agree with her parents' decision. Part of her understood that she needed a new environment, but the other part of her didn't want to leave the town because she had built a connection and relationship with the townspeople.
She didn't want to leave her friends, but she's afraid that they won't want to see her after what happened 2 days ago.
Yes, two days ago. It was Saturday morning, Nali and her friends were having a group reading at the tree house of one of her friends, Nasandra. They were having a great time reading their favorite books until Nasandra played a prank on Nali and threw her a real spider, which landed on the book she was reading. Nali had anachrophobia - a fear of spiders.
Nali cried out and threw the book away while crumpling her clothes, thinking the spider had landed on her. She looked at Nasandra and the other friends who were laughing their heads off.
Anger suddenly rose in her as she clenched her right hand into a fist and punched Nasandra, causing her to lose her balance and fall from the tree house. Everyone was shocked by what she did and stared at her in horror.
Nasandra screamed in pain as she hit the hard ground and they heard a cracking bone sound, the tree house is as big as an average height house.
The rest of the group packed up and fled, except for one guy who stayed and confronted Nali.
"Why did you do that!" Said the man angrily.
Nali wasn't in her normal state, she felt that something or someone was controlling her. She heard voices saying push him too, burn them, kill them all. She was confused as to what she had done, she couldn't explain that she didn't want to push Nasandra, but her voice wouldn't come out.
"Why did you push her?!" This time the man grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and lifted her into the air. The guy was a bit taller than her and strong.
Nali scowled at him and grabbed his hand holding her collar before she could notice anything. The guy cried out in pain as his hand began to burn from Nali's grip. It left a burn mark.
When Nali heard the police siren, she suddenly came to her senses, grabbed her things and ran before the police could catch her.
She ran and ran until she reached her house. She was completely exhausted from running and fell unconscious on her porch.
Her father heard a loud thud outside as he stopped sketching on his drawing pad and rushed to the sound. He was surprised to see his daughter lying unconscious on the cold wooden floor.
He picked her up and took her to her room. He was worried about what had happened to his daughter when he called his wife to come home.
"Where is she?!" You can hear the concern in her voice.
"Upstairs in her room," the husband replied.
Nali's parents rushed to her room and found a sleeping Nali.
"What happened?" Asked her mother as she looked at her.
"I don't know, I just found her passed out on the porch," her father explained.
Before either of them could ask another question, they heard the doorbell ring. They both went downstairs and opened the door to see two male police officers standing in front of them.
"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Daìnn?" Asked the policemen and they both nodded.
"Yes, I'm Hera Queenie Daìnn," the mother replied. "And this is my husband, Atlas Jameson Daìnn," she added.
"May I ask what brings you all the way out here?" Asked Atlas.
"Oh yes, we received a call from one of the residents that your daughter pushed a girl off the tree house," he said. "Her name is Nasandra Blaire Millows, she's in the hospital right now and I believe she's a friend of your daughter's." He added.
"We just want to talk to her and ask her some questions," the other officer said.
"My daughter can't do something like that, especially to her friends, maybe you got the wrong person. I know my daughter, she's kind and caring. She loves her friends so much that she can't hurt them," Hera explained.
"I understand, ma'am, that's why we want to talk to her. I heard that everyone in this town loves Nali and she's too precious to hurt anyone," said the policeman.
"Maybe you can come back when she's awake, she's sleeping right now," Atlas said and the policemen nodded.
I was snapped out of the flashbacks of what had happened when Mom nudged me with her finger.
"Why are you staring at the walls in the laundry room? Are you imagining it again?" Asked her mother as she giggled.
"Oh nothing, I am just admiring the color," she replied.
"That's right, you admire the simple white color of the laundry room, how amazing. Sometimes I wonder if I should take you to the asylum and have you treated," her mother said, laughing.
"I am not crazy, Mom, I just have an imaginative mind," she said. "Based on the study of the human mind, everyone has the right to imagine things they like, it's a way to escape reality, and it can encourage creative thinking," she added.
"Okay, whatever you say, honey," her mother said, giving her a kiss on the forehead and leaving the room.
"Just hurry up with your packing, we are leaving in the morning!" Shouted her mother as she climbed the stairs.
Nali took her jacket and put it on.
"Finally, the warmth I have been longing for," she murmured as she put the jacket on. It's the jacket her grandmother made her before she passed away. She had a special relationship with her grandma when she was little, until her grandma died.
The jacket is the only keepsake she has of her. She always wears it wherever she goes. It makes her feel the presence and embrace of her dear grandmother.
After putting on the jacket, she also took her laundry out of the dryer and brought it to her room.
She still had a lot of packing to do, she had already put her books and posters in a big box that she labeled with special books, drawings and posters. She still had to pack her clothes, instruments, figurines and other things she had in her room.
She did not notice the time and was surprised when her mother called her for dinner.
"Dinner time, honey," her mother said.
"Dinner? What time is it?"
"7:45, come on."
She and her mother went downstairs and ate together in silence.
Afterwards, she washed the dishes while her mother continued to pack the things she needed and her father carried the sealed boxes downstairs.
When she was done, she went back to her room and finished what she had to do. After she packed everything up, they call it a day and drop onto their beds.