• I always knew I was different. Not just “off the beaten path” different but “sees dead people” different. Don’t worry, I don’t see dead people. I see, however, two worlds at once. That’s right, parallel universes. There’s a name for me and my kind of people; we are called Wanderers. We flit back and forth between universes, sometimes without even knowing it! This is the true story on how I, Sienna Price, learned about my “gift”.
    Chapter 1
    “Are we there yet?” my sister Jessie asks mom from the backseat. My mom, sister, and I are headed out to Dad’s place in New Jersey. Every summer, Jessie and I live at Dad’s while mom goes to her sister’s in New York. Dad and Mom had a really tough divorce, including the battle over Jessie and me. Mom won obviously, but we still see Dad during the summers and every other Christmas. I wish it was different, but that’s just how life is sometimes. Mom looks in the rear view mirror at us.
    “Not yet hon. A few more hours,” she says patiently. Jessie groans and looks out the window. Following suit, I look out my own window. I notice tiny glimmers of light coming from almost thin air.
    “It must be the reflection off the cars,” I thought.
    “Mommy, it’s our car,” Jessie says clapping and pointing out the window! Mom smiles at her from the mirror and laughs along with her. I look to see where Jessie pointed and gasped! It was almost like I was looking into a mirror. I was looking directly into the eyes of a girl who looked exactly like me! The car that Jessie pointed at held Mom, Jessie and me. I frantically looked around at Mom and Jessie. They looked like they didn’t see it at all! I looked back over and the scene changed. The “twins” changed into an older couple and a dog. I blink a few times, trying to erase what I saw. I looked back as the car speeds away. I rack my brain for some logical explanation for what I just saw. I finally came up with lack of sleep and didn’t think about it again.
    After a long eight hours, we arrive at Dad’s. I hop out of the car and stretch my sore legs. Mom gets out from behind the wheel and unbuckles Jessie’s car seat; she’s only six. I take a look around our home for the next three months. It’s a nineteenth century Victorian painted lavender and white. The house backs up to a large field with woods beyond. A dock juts out of the shore into the lake a half mile away. It sounds like a fairy tale doesn’t it? It always seems peaceful, but I always have a bad feeling about this place. Just then, the door to the house opens and out steps my father. He and Jessie look a lot alike, but I have his unique eyes. His eyes are a greenish blue, and they seem to change color depending on his mood.
    “Hey Jessie,” dad says hoisting Jessie into the air. She squeals with delight as Dad swings her around. She finally lands and Dad comes over to me. He hugs me hard and I reluctantly hug back. As I grew into adolescence, Dad and I grew farther apart. I’m 16 now, and I feel like Dad’s a million miles away. He grabs our bags and lugs then into the house. Jessie runs up to her room as Mom and Dad talk quietly in the kitchen. I don’t eavesdrop anymore because there isn’t anything worth hearing. I walk to the back of the house, out the screen door, and onto the back porch. I sit on the bench and swing with the wind. The sun warms my face as I close my eyes. As I drift off, I feel like someone, or something is watching me.