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Authors: Teresa Joyce Jackson
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I had a bad dream last night. Not my usual
nightmare though. In this dream, everywhere I looked I saw Morri laughing at
me; and every time I saw her, that evil shadow-woman from my other dream was
next to her. I’m afraid something awful will happen to her. Why should I care? She
doesn’t care about me.
Oh, I just want to die!
*******
“Here, Aish, why won’t you write in this one?”
Morrigan interrupted, laying down the diary she’d given to Aishling.
Aishling flinched. She hadn’t heard Morrigan come
into the room. After wiping her tear-streaked cheeks, she picked up the diary.
“How did you get this?”
“Have you been crying?” Morrigan leaned backwards against
Aishling’s desk and crossed her arms. Looking down at the other diary, she read
the last sentence aloud, “ ‘Oh, I just want to die!’ I’m sorry, Aish. I’ve been
dreadful to you. Forgive me?”
Just like that? “You haven’t talked to me
in days. You really hurt me.”
“I was hurt, too.” Morrigan turned and plopped on
Aishling’s bed. “I couldn’t stand what had happened, and all because I was
trying to help you.”
“You’re going to blame me? You’re the one who
wanted to leave Sunday night, remember?” She shoved away from her desk and
stood.
“Oh, all right.” Morrigan rolled her eyes. “If
that’s what you want me to do, then I’ll take all the blame. I’m sorry.
Everything was my fault.”
Aishling wanted to cry again.
“Come on. Let’s make up. I’ve got exciting news
for you. Don’t look so sad. Smile.” She crossed her eyes and stuck out her
tongue, making a funny face.
Involuntarily, Aishling snickered. “Stop it.”
“See, I knew I could make you laugh. Best friends
again?” Morrigan hugged her.
“Oh, Morri, I was so sad. I couldn’t stand us not
talking to each other.” She sniffled.
Morrigan let go of her and reached for a tissue.
“Here, wipe your eyes, and let’s go swing. I want to tell you my exciting news.
You’ll be surprised.” She skipped to the door.
13
Aishling followed Morrigan to the swings.
“Lance and I have been talking the last couple of
days.” Morrigan sat on one of the swings and pushed off.
“I know.” Aishling sat in another one. “I saw you today.”
“I knew you saw us, but Lance and I had just
started talking again. I didn’t want to scare him off.”
Morrigan slowed her swing. “He’s gotten upset with
everyone here and with the state. He’s been telling them he wants them to
contact that Cherokee guy I told you about before. But no one is listening.
They have this other family interested in him—you know, the couple he went with
last weekend. They want him to go with those people for an extended stay.” She snickered.
“Oh, Aish, this is so good. I can’t drag it out any longer. Lance asked me if I
still wanted to leave this place.” She lunged out of the swing and landed on
her feet, laughing. “He wants to leave, too!”
“No! Really?”
Morrigan nodded and twirled.
Aishling stopped swinging. “What did you tell
him?”
“Of course, I said yes .”
“Yes!” she said, hopping out of the swing.
Morrigan grabbed her shoulders, holding her still.
“But, listen to me. Under no circumstances can you act like you know yet.”
“Why?” She frowned.
“Because, he’s still mad at you. He thinks you
hurt Kelile and that you made me help you try to steal his canoe.” She squeezed
Aishling’s shoulders.
“What? Why does he think that? It was your spell that hurt Kelile, and—Ow! Don’t squeeze me so tight.”
“Listen. That was the only way I could get him to
talk to me again.”
Unable to breathe, Aishling wheezed. “What about
me?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll talk him into letting you come
with us. But you must promise you won’t say anything to him until I do. And ,
that you won’t tell Kelile.”
“Why?”
“He doesn’t want Kelile to go. Now, promise.”
“That doesn’t make sense. He and Kelile
I had a bad dream last night. Not my usual
nightmare though. In this dream, everywhere I looked I saw Morri laughing at
me; and every time I saw her, that evil shadow-woman from my other dream was
next to her. I’m afraid something awful will happen to her. Why should I care? She
doesn’t care about me.
Oh, I just want to die!
*******
“Here, Aish, why won’t you write in this one?”
Morrigan interrupted, laying down the diary she’d given to Aishling.
Aishling flinched. She hadn’t heard Morrigan come
into the room. After wiping her tear-streaked cheeks, she picked up the diary.
“How did you get this?”
“Have you been crying?” Morrigan leaned backwards against
Aishling’s desk and crossed her arms. Looking down at the other diary, she read
the last sentence aloud, “ ‘Oh, I just want to die!’ I’m sorry, Aish. I’ve been
dreadful to you. Forgive me?”
Just like that? “You haven’t talked to me
in days. You really hurt me.”
“I was hurt, too.” Morrigan turned and plopped on
Aishling’s bed. “I couldn’t stand what had happened, and all because I was
trying to help you.”
“You’re going to blame me? You’re the one who
wanted to leave Sunday night, remember?” She shoved away from her desk and
stood.
“Oh, all right.” Morrigan rolled her eyes. “If
that’s what you want me to do, then I’ll take all the blame. I’m sorry.
Everything was my fault.”
Aishling wanted to cry again.
“Come on. Let’s make up. I’ve got exciting news
for you. Don’t look so sad. Smile.” She crossed her eyes and stuck out her
tongue, making a funny face.
Involuntarily, Aishling snickered. “Stop it.”
“See, I knew I could make you laugh. Best friends
again?” Morrigan hugged her.
“Oh, Morri, I was so sad. I couldn’t stand us not
talking to each other.” She sniffled.
Morrigan let go of her and reached for a tissue.
“Here, wipe your eyes, and let’s go swing. I want to tell you my exciting news.
You’ll be surprised.” She skipped to the door.
13
Aishling followed Morrigan to the swings.
“Lance and I have been talking the last couple of
days.” Morrigan sat on one of the swings and pushed off.
“I know.” Aishling sat in another one. “I saw you today.”
“I knew you saw us, but Lance and I had just
started talking again. I didn’t want to scare him off.”
Morrigan slowed her swing. “He’s gotten upset with
everyone here and with the state. He’s been telling them he wants them to
contact that Cherokee guy I told you about before. But no one is listening.
They have this other family interested in him—you know, the couple he went with
last weekend. They want him to go with those people for an extended stay.” She snickered.
“Oh, Aish, this is so good. I can’t drag it out any longer. Lance asked me if I
still wanted to leave this place.” She lunged out of the swing and landed on
her feet, laughing. “He wants to leave, too!”
“No! Really?”
Morrigan nodded and twirled.
Aishling stopped swinging. “What did you tell
him?”
“Of course, I said yes .”
“Yes!” she said, hopping out of the swing.
Morrigan grabbed her shoulders, holding her still.
“But, listen to me. Under no circumstances can you act like you know yet.”
“Why?” She frowned.
“Because, he’s still mad at you. He thinks you
hurt Kelile and that you made me help you try to steal his canoe.” She squeezed
Aishling’s shoulders.
“What? Why does he think that? It was your spell that hurt Kelile, and—Ow! Don’t squeeze me so tight.”
“Listen. That was the only way I could get him to
talk to me again.”
Unable to breathe, Aishling wheezed. “What about
me?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll talk him into letting you come
with us. But you must promise you won’t say anything to him until I do. And ,
that you won’t tell Kelile.”
“Why?”
“He doesn’t want Kelile to go. Now, promise.”
“That doesn’t make sense. He and Kelile
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