Passion by Jadyenne Remkes (top 10 non fiction books of all time txt) 📕

I awoke in a cold sweat, my long ash blond hair sticking to my face. I look around my familiar room, and clutch at the locket that hangs around my neck. I can feel the energy that constantly flows through it like a pulse under my fingers. A feeling of emptiness lingered. I moaned knowing I wasn’t a morning person. My house was unusually quiet, even for this early in the morning. I extend my hearing; tapping into the energy around me, and still not a sound. I take a deep breath and wait for my moms perfume or bath soap to fill my nose. Nothing, I sigh, it had been a week and she still hadn’t returned I slip hesitantly out of bed to investigate, for the sixth time this week. Energy hummed all around me.
I had always known I was different, ok maybe not always, but for quite some time now. My hearing, sight, sense of smell, reflexes, strength, was all too different. I could feel the energy of everything around me. I always could. I thought everyone could. Until in seventh grade I insisted that my friend Samantha touch a tree because I could read its stories. I lost my best friend that day. I went in to full fledged withdrawal from everyone. My mom, teachers, everyone. I didn’t talk, and I listened to my music, lost in thought. I wasn’t sure how to control it at first. I tried to be normal for my mom, and then she adopted my little sister, and I was being normal for her. I thought I had kept it a good enough secret, even from her, my own mother.
I rush down the hall, and jump the stairs, I shut the floor with an inaudible thud, my feet were bare and the wood floors chilled my feet. I could hear my mom’s voice echoing in my ears, for a second I thought it was real. Radella darling, put on some socks, you’ll freeze. But as I glance along the room, there wasn’t a trace of her or my sister. My eyes zeroed in, once again, on a piece of paper on the kitchen table. It was a letter that had sat on that table for six days. I hadn’t touched it. Now I knew I had to. I walk over to it as if in a daze. I take the paper with a delicate hand, and I recognize the handwriting as my moms.
Dearest child,
I have always looked at you as a child, a daughter of my own. But in truth I am not. I pains me to say even though, I raised you have no blood connections to you. I was a lonely woman, and beautiful baby appeared in a basket like a fairytale. With a letter filled with your life story. I took you in, and you were mine, but it is tome you go back now honey, to the world you rightfully belong in. your sister and I have to leave, as hard as it is to leave you alone. I can’t stay any longer. But I can tell you this; you have to get away from the house. The letter told of three others, you must meet them in the old Train car garage off the highway They will be your family, your future. Go to them, they will be waiting for you. You will run together. I have left you with money that was given to me to raise you, along with some I saved. I also bought you a car, your corvette baby. Like you always wanted with the speakers that you liked so much. Just like you said. Don’t worry about me, or your sister. We will be fine. I took some food from the fridge and put in the cooler. Pack everything you want to take with you. And leave as fast as you can. Find these people. They won’t let you in unless you show them your power. I know this is all confusing, but it will make sense soon. You will always be momma’s little girl. Even though you never were, you were always grown up, and I am so proud of you. I will love you forever.
-signed with love and hope, Momma
The energy on the paper was as clear as the words, pure sadness. I could see my mother writing this. Her tears spilling over in the dead of night while I slept. I glance at a long manila envelope unopened only inches away from my hand. I reach over and open it, wondering what pain lay inside the sorrow touched envelope. I dump the contents onto the table, and sift through them lightly with shaking fingers. . Where did she get the money for a corvette? I thought mindlessly as I looked at the many objects. A set of car keys, a platinum credit card, and what looked like well over 500,000$ in hundred and five hundred, dollar bills. I see one small piece of paper, one more note from Momma. It had the code to my credit card on it, I shove that into my pocket tears leaking from my eyes. I pick the car keys up, normally getting a corvette could have made my day, well my life, but now I would give it all for my family back. I pocket the keys and the card, the last things was a small feather light silver ring. I recognized it immediately, it was my moms, and she never took it off. She told me it was her mothers’ Grandmothers’ ring. On the inside were the words, Love Freely. I slip the small ring onto my middle finger on my left hand.

I ran up to my room, with uncanny speed, and ripped my duffel bag out of my closet. I hardly paid any attention on what clothes I was throwing into the bag. I like all my clothes; I just packed whatever touched my fingertips. I reached in my nightstand door to grab my candles, and my MP3. I shoved them in the bag, and rushed to get dressed. I snatch my pillow and shove it into the bag as well. Even though ive put almost everything I own in the bag, it is only half full. My fingers skim across my favorite blanket; the one mom made for me and shoved that into the bag too. I run into the bathroom, and throw everything, into the bag, no matter what it was. I jump down the stairs and drop my bag by the table. The garage door creaks open and I step inside, breathing in the familiar musty smell of our garage. It was dark and I reached for the light switch. The small single light bulb in the center of our garage ceiling flickered on. It took only a second for my eyes to adjust, and all the breath I could have had in my body was gone. Just as momma had promised, there was my Corvette, the new black paint glinting from the light. The sight took my breath away, momma shouldn’t have, really. My momma wasn’t rich; she had money, but she wasn’t rich. I could have found another way. I click the unlock button twice, and I hear the locks move. I grab a case of bottled water and put it in the car, after I put the cooler in. I wanted to sit in the car and marvel, but something inside me warned me to hurry. I run back into the house and grab my wallet, as well as momma’s old purse off the counter. I put most of the cash in momma’s purse, but the credit card and about 2,000 dollars went into my wallet, and into my back pocket. I know I only have a few minutes left, but I have to. I book it up the stairs and into my room. I lift the floor boards and grab three blank diaries, that only held pictures from all my seventeen years of life, but no words. My mom had given them to me; I thought it was stupid so I never used them. Now I would, in memory of momma. I go back into the hallway, I almost leave, but as I start to pass my sisters room, Im drawn in there. I have to go in. I push the pale pink door open and enter my little sister’s room. She was only five, her room, was pink and covered in fairies. I walk over to her small bed and sit on it. All of her stuff seemed to still be there. All except her pillow some clothes, her favorite blanket, and her doll, molly. More tears drench my face, as I see a picture on her nightstand. It was one taken only a few months ago.
Momma had taken us to the park, and she had wanted to swing. I agreed, and we started toward the swing, but before we left, momma called out to us. Radella, Ava, be careful. She had said. I smiled at her, and promised that we would. I lifted her small body onto the swing, and told her to hang on. I remember her tiny knuckles going white as her grip tightened. I pulled her back and started pushing her. I can touch the sun! See Radella! She called and looked back at me. I smiled at her. Yes you can, my baby, you can. I had yelled back. I loved her so much, she was my life. She came back down and I held her in my arms. Momma grabbed the camera and she took the photo. Ava sitting in the swing and me leaning over her and smiling at my mom.
I grab the photo and put it in the front of one of my diaries. The only other thing on the nightstand was her ring, and a folded piece of paper. I pick it up. It was from her, my little sister. My mom had written it though.

Dear, Radella, my big sister.
Momma says we have to leave; I don’t want to leave you. But we have to. Im leaving our picture, the one from the park, and my ring for you, so you won’t forget me. I won’t ever forget you. Not ever. I made momma promise that she wouldn’t let me forget. I don’t know why you can’t come, but I wish you could. Im taking the Angel you gave me, with us. Momma gave me a picture of you. I won’t ever let it out of my sight. I promise. I hope I can see you again, someday. Momma says you can’t come back, but if you can, come find us. I love you.

-Your little sister always Ava.
For crying out loud she was only five years old. She shouldn’t have to go through this. I could see her tears, or maybe they were mommas stained on the paper, and they weren’t the only ones. My own tears were there too. I wouldn’t ever forget her. I look at the shelf above her bed, and sure enough, the statue of an angel I gave her was gone. I grab the tiny ring on her nightstand, the single silver band, and put it on my locket chain, so she would be close to my heart. I knew I had to get out of there, but I couldn’t leave without seeing mommas room. I cross the hall and open momma’s door. Her room was a nice size and elegant. Her room was neat, as always and I could still smell her perfume from the years she had been using it. The scent was in everything she owned.