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Face It

  By K. Weikel

  Face It

  K. Weikel

  Copyright © 2014 by K. Weikel

  To everyone who has helped me along through the years, and to the many churches I’ve been to for teaching me about God and his ways.

  “I have given her time to change her heart and turn from her sin, but she does not want to change.” Revelation 2:21

  First, a note.

  Okay. So. I wanted to write this note. It’s purposely in the beginning because I want to warn you of what is to come.

  If you’re not a parent or if you’re just randomly buying this because it has a cool cover, like I do, disregard this and tear it out and burn it or throw it away and enjoy the book.

  Parents, read on.

  Parents, this book has some… stuff in it. Not horrible! It just has a lot of things teenagers would do for the effect. So, if your kid(s) are in those curious teenage years, and you want them to understand why you’re so worried all of the time about them being, well, teenagers because you used to be one, let them read on. Of course, it’s within the perspective of Christianity. I promise I won’t go overboard with the… everything… but it’ll be real. I am a teenager myself, at the time of writing this, and I’ve been friends with people from all different backgrounds. They all live all around the world now, and I wouldn’t trade the world for them. Some characters, however, will most likely be based off of some of the people I know, as well as most of them being made up in my head.

  I won’t go overboard, like I said, with what teenagers do, but I’m gonna get it pretty darn close.

  If you’re worried about this book, please read it first and then decide if they should read it or not. I promise that it’s completely worth it in the end and that it’s just one of those books that has the gunky stuff in the beginning and then it’s over with because you finished the book.

  Please enjoy, and I hope you learn something from this. That is my intention on writing the book how I did.

  Thank you.

  K. Weikel.

  1

  She drops from the branches of a tree not far from where I stand, and lands with her body crouched. Her light brown furred hood casts a shadow onto her face and waves in the wind that slivers through the trees. The boots she wears matches her cape and covers her knees, small handles jutting out from the top. Black metal covers her like a swimsuit, but so wickedly curved it looks like frozen fire. Muscles ripple beneath her skin as she stands up.

  My heart begins to race. Something tells me to run. Something isn't right.

  Slowly, she grabs the bow that is slung over her shoulder, and places an arrow gracefully into place. Her arm pulls the string of the bow back, and aims the tip of the arrow at me.

  A smile flashes under the hood as a ray of sun hits it, and shark-like teeth show themselves from behind her lips. She takes a breath, and then lets the arrow fly.

  I am awoken with a pain in my shoulder.

  I sit upright and twist my body around and turn on the light next to me. I look around my room, breathing heavily.

  Why am I so freaked out by a little dream? It’s not even that scary…

  I pick up my phone and unlock it. I have no new messages from anyone. Surprisingly. Usually Molly is up waiting for her boyfriend to get off work, and wants someone to talk to. She usually texts me in case I’m randomly awake.

  I glance at my alarm clock. Green numbers stare back at me. It’s two in the morning.

  I shift the phone back and forth in my hands, debating on if I should see if she’s up or not.

  I open up my messages, and scroll through them, trying to slow my heart rate. That’s the third time I’ve had a dream like that.

  Tony. I could text him. I could call him… No, he wouldn’t like that. He talks to me every day anyway. No need to bother him in the middle of the night. Besides, he probably wouldn’t answer. He’s not one for talking on the phone…

  But I could try to text him. Maybe this time he'll answer...

  -Hey.

  -Hey babe. What's wrong?

  -I had a bad dream is all...

  -Oh, well just go back to sleep. It was just a dream. Don't be a baby.

  -Yeah… Okay. Night.

  -Night.

  I click the lock button and wrap my arms around my knees. He's right. I'm being a baby. Only babies are afraid of nightmares. Well, babies and me.

  I stay sitting like that for a while, but I eventually calm down and rest my head back on my pillow.

  What’s wrong with me? I’m seventeen, and can’t even handle a little dream.