I'm the girl whose mother is a ghost and whose father is a god.
My dreams are filled with messages from a talking book. They call
me to a secret cave in the dark forest.
I'm forced to go there or relive the dream over and over.
I tiptoe past my foster parents' bedroom. They snore on, never
realizing I'm on my way to do something really important, at least
according to my dream. If I get back in time for school, they'll never
know I went anywhere. I've tried to tell them about my dreams before,
but who's going to take the word of a fourteen-year-old girl who's
failing Spanish and Gym? Not them.
In the eerie darkness, a full moon lights my way. It's a little
spooky out here, but a great black opening looms ahead. Somewhere far
away, a coyote gives a mournful howl as I mount the weed-covered steps
and enter the cave, full of breathless excitement for what lies ahead.
Torches mounted on the walls flicker and shadows shift and grow
into monster shapes. Spider webs tickle my face, and I bat them away
with my hand.
Gravel crunches beneath my boots, and I pull my coat around my
nightshirt and yank my collar up to keep warm in the damp coldness.
Except for a few indentations, the cave floor remains flat as I
feel my way along in the dim-lit cavern and head toward the red and