Chapter 1
One
Jaclyn
“Now let’s see what we have here,” the woman says as she takes my palm in her hand.
The woman has dark black hair with streaks of gray running down the length. She’s wearing a red vest and a black cardigan. Just looking at her you can tell she is someone who would be a psychic. Especially with those necklaces she’s wearing that run down between her chest. On her website it said her name was Madga.
I’ve never been to a psychic before and since I’m leaving for Arizona in just a couple of days, might as well know what I’m getting myself into.
“Jaclyn you said your name was?” she asks and I nod my head making her look at my palm. “Jaclyn, Jaclyn, Jaclyn. You didn’t give me much information when you made this booking. Tell me about your home life. ”
“I live with my mom. I am moving out soon. I’ll be living with my uncle in Arizona. I don’t have any siblings and my dad isn’t in my life.”
“Why isn’t he in your life?”
The palms of my hands start to sweat as I think about him. He didn’t only break my heart but he changed me as a person entirely. He ruined me and for that I can never forgive him, especially after the many chances I gave him.
“There are a whole bunch of reasons why he isn’t in my life. It’s not just something simple that can be forgiven.”
“I see. There is something else though, isn’t there. Not about your dad but about you. Something that is a huge part of your life.”
I look away from my palm and look at Madga. She isn’t looking at me though. She has her eyes closed as she gently rubs my palm in soft strokes.
“I have type 1 diabetes. When I got diagnosed in middle school, it changed me as a person.”
“There it is.” Madga smiles and she opens her eyes to look at me. “You’re moving because you want to have a sense of freedom. Living with your mother is killing you slowly. You need to get away and find something that makes you happy.” She furrows her eyebrows but keeps her eyes trained on me. I don’t like the look she is giving me. It makes me uncomfortable, like she is sympathizing with me. She looks down at my palm and points to the lines on it. “See those lines across this long one? It indicates emotional trauma. Whatever your father or mother did to you, they did a handful. Might not seem like it to others but to you, they made an impact.” She points to another one. “This line going down, shows you’re creative. I know you have a creative mind and you’re going to use that creativity to make something beautiful and tragic at the same time.”
I nod my head. “I like writing a lot. I want to become a journalist and write for a living.”
“I can see you becoming an author but we won’t get ahead of ourselves just yet.” She pats my hand. “I know you don’t want to hear about palm reading. I know you came here to find out what you’re going to get yourself into in Arizona.”
“Yes, can you tell me?” I ask, eagerly and lean across the table.
Her lips form into a frown. “Although I can’t tell you the specifics, I can tell you that you will be happy. You will be showing your true self with friends who you can trust and who can make you happy. I know that you have a hard time finding friends but these friends will make an impact on your life. Even if you don’t talk to them for years, these friends will still be in your life, somehow, someway. ”
“What about-”
“You’ll meet a boy,” she cuts me off, furrowing her eyebrows some more and still looking down at my palm. "He will not just embrace you but he will challenge you in ways you will never expect. This boy will not just show you love but he will also show you hate and depression, unlike you’ve ever seen.”
“I’m not going to Arizona to meet anyone. I don’t want-”
“You don’t want to but you will. You will meet him, you will fall in love with him. He will show you everything a first is supposed to show you. Whether you want it or not. This boy won’t just be someone passing by in your life, he will be a permanent fixture in your life.” She looks up at me, her eyes piercing through mine. “You didn’t ask for a love reading but this boy will be one of the main aspects in your life. You may not connect the dots with what I’m saying. You may leave thinking you wasted a good forty-five dollars on this.” She leans closer and lets go of my hands. “But just know this. You will be happy eventually.”
My lips part and my heart races and beats against my chest hard. “What if I don’t want this? What if I want something calm and peaceful?”
After the last guy I dated I promised myself to stay away from boys because they only bring trouble. I just feel like every time I try to start something with someone they leave.
Everyone always leaves and it makes me feel like I’m the problem so I promised just to stick by myself because it’s better that way.
Madga smiles softly and shakes her head. “Child, life isn’t meant to be calm and peaceful.”