I sat at my desk trying my hardest to concentrate on home work. But my dream kept flashing through my mind. Who was she? When is she coming? Were is she from? Why is she coming hear? My body grew restless impatient as if i was waiting for a drug to come my way. There was a small knock on my door, and then someone entered it was my youngest sister Isabella. She was small about two feet and she was only four years old. She came in my room with her big chocolate brown eyes and her pigtails on the side, wearing her blue bib overalls i bought her a couple months back.
I smiled She was my favorite out of my four youngest, "Hi was--," I started to say, but then i saw the look in her eyes. My smile disapered. Isabella isn't6 normal she has special gifts. "What is it?" I asked as i got on my knee
