The flower of the Valencia
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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It's different, she said, as if answering my thoughts. It looks like it bled to death. My eyes met Uncle Fields in the rear view mirror without saying anything. Uncle Phil stopped the car a few feet away from the flower. As I looked closer at the flower craning my neck out of the window, the battered flour came into better focus. The flowers red center looked runny and stain the white petals. But how in the world could Eva see that small detail all the way down the road. I was a few feet from it and still struggled to make it out, and probably wouldn't have noticed it this close if Ava hadn't pointed it out. What are you doing? I yelped as Eva pushed open her door and stepped out of the car. I couldn't explain it, but uneasiness was wriggling over my skin. Every instinct told me to get out of the car and drag Eva back. She didn't answer as she crouched down beside the flower and picked it up. A blank expression swept over her face. She seemed to be seeing something Neither me nor Uncle Phil could, to my astonishment, the pinkish hue on the petals of the flower withdrew into the center once more. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but the flower glowed faintly with a silvery light as the torn petals knitted themselves together. Before I could confirm this, Uncle Phil slammed his hand down on the horn. Eva and I jumped Eva made a fist and tossed the flower over her shoulder. Uncle Phil's hands gripped the wheel tightly, turning his knuckles as pale as the flowers surrounding us and the thick gloom filling the car. As Eva climbed back into the car, both of their faces looked utterly troubled. Ava's eyes still look slightly vacant as she leaned back in the seat. Okay, I said somewhat nervously, why are we tripping over a flower? Mom and dad must have driven over it on the way home. You're right, Uncle Phil said, stepping ******* the gas. I flew back as Uncle Phil raised the car up the remaining distance to the house. What in the world are you? Oh my God, Hector! Look! The front door of our house hung open, sagging against the house. The glass from the storm door lay like snow across the porch and steps. Mom's car was parked crazily along the side steps as if she had thrown it into the space and got out in a hurry. Y'all stay here, Uncle Phil flunk his door open and scrambled out of the car. Yeah, Right. I tossed the Mcdonald's bag to one side and hopped out. Eva got out as well even know. Shut up! She cut across me and followed us into the house. She reached out and grabbed my arm. I jumped as an intense electric shock arc from her fingers into my arm. I looked over at her but she appeared not to have noticed anything. The hand, not wrapped around my forearm trembled and glowed with a faint silver light around her nails. As we walked further into the house, the tv was on the news channel showing coverage of the game. Mom Eva called out as we passed the stairs and headed towards the kitchen. Shut up! I whispered, putting my hand over her mouth. She pushed my hand away angrily, another shock much stronger than a first knife through my arm, making it go numb dang. You hit me in my funny bone or something? I gritted my teeth as I tried to rub filling back into my arm. Uncle feel glared at us. I really need y'all to be quiet Eva! Apparently having had enough of this creeping around, mess pushed past me and placed her small hand on the door leading into the kitchen. The kitchen door swung open, revealing the kitchen in perfect condition. There wasn't anything out of place. Uncle Phil crossed to the back door, raising the shade to look out, apparently finding nothing. He said, stay right here and disappeared out the back door. Weird! Where do you think they are not getting a reply. I turned to look at the spot where she stood a moment ago. She still stood there, but obviously hadn't heard what I said, Eva, I said sharply, stepping closer and grabbing her shoulder to shake her, her eyes blank once more moved side to side as if she read something in midair. She was really starting to freak me out. Someone was here, she said softly, still with that ad look in her eyes. Eva, I began, but just then her hand jerked up, pointing back down the hallway. Mom! She screamed, suddenly snapping back to reality.