Daybreak (eBook)

Meco Brown (Autor)

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2016 | 1. Auflage
100 Seiten
First Edition Design Publishing (Verlag)
978-1-5069-0276-0 (ISBN)

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After losing his parents in a tragic house fire, mind reading teenager- Taideo Kavita, leaves Biloxi, Mississippi and begins living with his grandmother Rosie, in the dank and mysterious town of Olah, West Virginia. While trying to adjust to his new school and peers, Taideo soon discovers a world he never knew existed. A demon lurks within the shadows of his school, it craves to steal Taideo's powers, and will do it any way possible, even if it means killing him!

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The glorious rays of the sun no longer polished the cloudless sky; the salty smell of the Gulf Coast was now eleven hours behind me. My family, my small circle of friends, everything, was now a distant memory. The place I once called home- Biloxi, Mississippi, is gone, and my future now resides in the dank and foggy town of Olah, West Virginia. Although I've visited the town in my younger days, I remember hardly anything about it, other than it rarely reaches seventy degrees Fahrenheit and the fear-provoking forest runs throughout the town in a way thought to be immeasurable. However, I must be grateful, if it wasn't for my Grandmother, Rosie Chestnut, I wouldn't have anywhere else to go, especially after the tragic accident. "Ten minute break at the next stop!" Shouted the bus driver. I secretly thought to myself why he even bothered to yell; I'm the only person on the bus. I still have a few more hours before I reach Olah, may as well take a minute to stretch my legs. As I began to exit the bus, I noticed in the far distance a single lightning bolt whipping across the ever growing cloudiness of the sky; it was followed by a rumble of thunder. "Better get used to this type of weather kid." The driver told me before I stepped off. "Why do you say that?" I asked him curiously. "You're leaving behind fun in the sun young man. The robust southern charm, the fiery sea of casinos, who wouldn't want to stay there. It's anyone's home away from home." He said. I felt a quick shudder of trepidation as I stared back at him, his words echoing throughout my mind. He couldn't possibly understand why my leaving of such a great place was important for my very existence. I knew what I was leaving behind as far as the atmosphere, but everything else was nothing more than an unwanted memory. "I wanted to leave, the coast started to bore me." I lied. It was evident he didn't see through it, after all, I've always been a terrible fibber. Another bolt of lightning tore through the sky again; I jerked upright. "If you lie as bad as you are startled by this weather then you won't make it in Olah kid...” he laughed at me. I've never been much of a verbose individual, so I easily ignored his laughter and headed toward the bathroom. As I opened the door, a terrible, disgusting odor showered my face. "Great," I muttered, "What else could go wrong?" I've always told myself that my clumsy two left feet and bad luck were always on my side, this proves me just right. Holding my breath, I entered the poisonous bathroom, first taking a look at my hideous reflection. My mother use to compliment how my skin was always shiny, like a milky caramel, and how my dark almond eyes reminded her of my father. I never saw it before, but now it's obvious. I can see bits of them both inside of me. Still, my African American mother and Korean father thought they had an amazing son; they never understood how bizarre I truly am. My uncanny ability to read the thoughts of others is a curse that has ruined potential relationships and is what has kept me away from my family so much. This gift is anything but one. Frustrated, I began wetting my hands, running them through my short black curly hair. "Are you kidding me?" I yelled as I realized there were no more paper towels. I had no choice but to use my favorite pullover shirt- a long sleeved black and red sweater that was twice as big as me. My older siblings bought it for my sixteenth birthday last year. I took one last look at the stoic expression on my face and left for the bus. It was only a few more hours’ drive from the rest area to Olah. My grandmother insisted I take a plane instead of a bus; she just didn't know that flying bothers me a bit. Besides, I prefer to watch the scenery; it gives me an opportunity to use my camera. A while later I awoke to find the bus pulling up to the station. "Finally," I whispered, “Here at last." Since I was the only passenger, the driver permitted me to keep the one bag I had next to me the entire trip. I grabbed it and nearly tripped stepping off the bus. When I looked around at my surroundings, everything appeared as I thought. The environment itself is naturally beautiful, but it’s just a little gray for my taste. "Taideo?" A soft-spoken voice called out to me. "Taideo Kavita!" I turned around to see my grandmother holding a sign with my name on it. She looks the same as I remember, wrinkly light brown skin, heart-shaped face, big in the waist, short with huge glasses and long black curly hair. "Grandma Rosie!" I shouted. She grabbed and pulled me into an emotionally tight hug. It's as if she hasn't seen me in years, but I knew it was because of my parents. I can tell she had been crying; her dark brown eyes were red and puffy. "It's so good to see you Taideo." She said looking me up and down. "You still look the same, thin as ever." She expressed while awkwardly poking at my stomach. "Thanks, grams." She looked down at my feet. "Is that your only bag?" I nodded. "It's the only stuff that survived the fire." She closed her eyes in an attempt not to cry. I can't believe how blunt I can sometimes be, me and my big mouth. "So grams, how about we get home and make a couple of sandwiches? I'm starving." I had to say something to get her mind off of this, we both can't be a mess at the same time. "That sounds great." She gave me a soft smile and held my hand while walking over to her rust colored Honda Civic. "Buckle up, please sir," she said as she checked all the mirrors. "So have you spoken to your brother and sister?" She asked while starting the car and turning on the windshield wipers. "Just once or twice." I shyly admitted. My brother Shirocco and my sister Kemiko both live in Korea with my father's mother, our parents sent them there three months ago, because they fell in with the wrong crowd and started behaving badly. "I don't understand why they chose not to come to the funeral, everyone grieves in their own way I suppose." She gently grabbed my hand when she said that. Grams is a very emotional woman, and always feels the need to touch someone. "How are you holding up Taideo?" She could tell from my facial expression that her question was making me uncomfortable. I've never been too snug with the idea of announcing my feelings to someone, even those close to me.

"Well, you're already registered for high school Taideo. Now I know you're coming in the middle of the school year, but everything will be all right." She patted my knee. By this time I could tell she was trying to say anything to start a conversation, she kept thinking about what she could say to make me open up more. My telepathic ability allows me to listen in on the thoughts of others, however receiving more than one thought at once can hurt my mind, but usually, some pain relievers ease the constant twinge of receiving too many thoughts at once. Most people I read are unexciting and in some cases crude, but Grams is the first I've found whose thoughts are pure, and I like that. "Thank you Grams. It means a lot that you let me stay with you." A broad grin spread across her face. She began thinking of how polite I was, and how proud my parents must be of me. Pictures suddenly lit my mind, all coming luminously to life. I saw a blue and white 1977 Chevy Nova sitting in the yard of my grandmother’s house. As quickly as they came, the pictures disappeared. "I have a surprise for you," She said. "What is it?" I asked even though I knew she meant the car. "Remember your grandfather’s old blue and white car? Well, it's all yours if you want it. Figured you'd need a way around town." Grams works down at the local hospital and sheriff’s department. She'll usually be gone sun up to the sun down. For an old woman, she sure does move around a lot. "Wow, that's great grams, thank you. Honestly though you didn't have to do that, I appreciate it. Is it all fixed up?" She looked over at me with big eyes. "Not exactly," She admitted sheepishly. "Grams I didn't inherit my dad’s mechanic skills like my brother." She peeked sideways at me with a thorough look. "Don't worry Taideo. Everything will be taken care of. Do you remember Andrew Littleton, from Celestial Moon?" I shook my head. "Celestial Moon?" I looked over at her confused. I peeked inside her head quickly to gather what information I could about the place. A month ago, I learned I could permanently borrow bits of information from others, and I like to call it a mental download. The feeling tingles when I absorb information, though, kind of like when water hits your hair when taking a shower. In a matter of seconds, I was well educated on Celestial Moon. It's a massive civilized area near the outskirts of town. The cliffs have carvings of the moon embedded in them. "I remember Celestial Moon, Grams." She smiled. "Well, Andrew used to work with your Grandfather at the police department, he's retired now. He was shot a few years ago; doctors had to remove his arm..." She stopped speaking as I didn't respond. All the talk of an arm-less man was a bit depressing. "Anyway, his sons are going to work on the car for free." I don't remember Andrew Littleton or his sons, but I'm sure we'll all meet eventually. "That's great Grams, I'm happy to know so many people are willing to help." She squeezed my hand while doing her best to look over at me. "Your friend Eamie will be excited to see you." My eyes widened in surprise. "Eamie...”

Eventually, we made it to gram’s home. She still lived in the small three bedroom house that my mom grew in as a child. Right under the garage sat the blue and white car my Grams had given me. The blue was fading a bit, but still it was mine. She left to check the mail as I wandered into the house. I instinctively walked to the spare bedroom upstairs on the east side of the house, which faced the backyard. It was a very...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 1.10.2016
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch ► Jugendbücher ab 12 Jahre
• ISBN-10: 1-5069-0276-6 / 1506902766
• ISBN-13: 978-1-5069-0276-0 / 9781506902760