The Truth About Katrina Remora by Ash Knight (inspirational books for students txt) 📕

Love,
Carlene, your mother.
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Katrina stared at the letter a little longer then tucked back into it's hiding place under her pillow. She knew there was a list of belongings her mother had stuck in a box and hidden away in her closet, the list stated for it al to belong to Katrina. Crawling onto the floor she drug a medium sized brown card- board box. She picked up the box and sat back down on her bed, setting the box in front of her, she began to go through it. One precious memory at a time she began to spread out the contents of the box onto her black comforter. Careful not to break anything she stared down at the last remaining memories of her mother. She lifted a small, golden, decorative cross from he comfertor and got up. She walked over to her bedroom door and hung it on the nail in the door.
She walked back to her bed and picked up the silver framed photo of her mother in her wedding dress, standing, hand in hand with her father on their wedding day. She walked over to her window that had a seat in the frame. She laid the picture,back down,on the seat.
She returned to the bed and collected a small shoe box of love letters from her father to her mother and placed it on her desk. The next item on the bed made her freeze in suprise for a second. Still a little suprised she lifted the nickle sized circle emerald. She knew it was a real emerald because she had asked her dads college buddy Brent, who works with certain types of chemicals and rock substances, to take a look at it. When he got the results back they'ed shown that it had been an authentic emerald. And judging by the crest and cut of it, they suspected it to be an authentic, King George the III,emerald. Like,they thought it could be straight out of the crown! She had forgotten about it completely.
She stared at the nickle sized jewel and speckulated what to do with it. She had examined it many times before and discovered a small metal link hanging from the top. That gave her a brilliant idea. She walked over to her jewelry box and opened it. She took out a small silver link braclet and attached the emerald. She put the braclet on and continued through the box.
After careful consideration she lifted the lid to a small palm sized music box. It was a rich deep brown with slivers of gold on the edge and arond the lid and box.
Inside it held a treasure she deemed worthy of all the worlds gold. It was her mothers wedding ring.
The ring was small. A thin golden band, the diamond was just as simple, it was a small oval no bigger than a three year olds pinky nail. Yet...somehow, it meant the world to her.
She was lifting the ring when her door opened, instantly she cursed herself for not locking it.
Wendy tiptoed in, a small smile of mischif played around the edges of her mouth. She turned and closed the door, being sure to lock it behind her.
"Hey, I figured that we could talk for a minute, I had a brilliant idea for some friend and friend fun...?" She had turned and spotted the ring as she spoke. Slowly she saw the other new casualties.
"What is all this stuff?" She asked in confusion.
"It all used to belong to my mother. Please, speak quietly. I don't want my father to come up. He has no idea my mother gave it all to me." She said, hoping that she would understand her desperate need to have the things her mother had listed to go to her in the letter.

"Stirring up old memories? I understand that. Do you mind if I steal you away from your memories for an hour or two?" She asked, whispering now so as not to wake Kat's father. It was, by the alarm clock, three in the morning.
"What could we possably do at three in the morning Wendy?" She asked, starting on packing the things back up as Wendy retrived the cross for her.
"I am going to take you somewhere my mother used to take me when I was your age and I was bored. It's this old pond just a ways into the forest. Trust me you'll love it. But make sure you bring a swim suit. And don't worry about your father, I told him I was going for a walk and that you were going with me." She explained, walking over to the window seat that was a deep red trimmed with black.
She picked up the picture without looking at it. Trying to respect her privacy Katrina guessed. She carefully handed the picture to Katrina and turned to grab her a pair of jeans from her closet.
"You know, all this girl time we've had tonight is libal to make us sisters instead of step-mom and step-daughter. But I did always want a sister so I don't mind." Katrina said in a very slow and embarresed voice. She felt uncomfortable revealing such things to someone she barely knew.
"Then lets go ''sis''. We only have a little time before your father comes to investigate. I'll go get us some snacks together. You get dresses and pack your backpack full of stuff you would take to the beach." Wendy said over her shoulder as she tip toed down the hall and down the stairs.
Katrina dressed in a pair of faded jeans Wendy had handed her, an over sized tie-die t-shirt, and silver sandels. She picked up her orange backpack, and filled it with things like towels, a small hand-held radio, an extra set of clothes, she already had her swim suit on inunder her clothes, two little hand-held fans that had water rigged in them so that they lightly sprayed you with water when turned on. Finding nothing else she could add to the little supplies she had thought to pack, she went down to the kitchen, bag over shoulder, to meet Wendy.
In the short time Wendy had been able to scrounge up some food for them from the kitchen, then sneek into Kat's Dad's room and grad a t-shirt jeans from her overnight bag. She took Kat's hand without a word and together they slipped out the door and into the small woods behind kat's house.


6. Wolf!


"No! You can't do it, I won't allow it!" Allister said in pure rage. After last night how could he allow anything hurt her now? He thought. She might be able to save him, might be able to save them all. After taking a deep calming breath and getting hold on his temper, he turned to face Kyran once again.
"You must. She could be the death of all shape shifters, vampires, werewolves, and your own, dimension jumpers." Kyran said, loosing his patience with his bestfriends son. "I sent you because you are the most affectiant of all your kind. And because before his death, my old friend, your father, requested that I gave you a chance to proove that you would do whatever it took to take care of your family. Your kind!" He finished, coughing a bit and excepting the golden goblet filled with blood from one of his servents.
The raven was a small secluded section of the forest out side of town that was inconvenienced by the avid hiker, but the vampires took care of them easily enough, they were also good for guarding the fortress at night when they were their strongest.
Kyran was a vampire of his mid-thirties or late twenties. He was over four thousand years in vampire age. He had spent eighteen years here, before that he had had a wife, daughter, and a life. His brother had taken it all from him in a fit of raging jealousy and pain. Slaughtering Kyran's wife in front of him and taking his daughter away. Now he had no heart, did not care if he hurt someone for life, or if he took a daughter away from her father. However, what was worse was that he didn't as much as flinch when a mother, wife, or child was killed in front of him.
"I will find a way to take care of the problem without hurting her, her father, or her father’s fiancé. There are other ways to deal with such problems." He said, hinting to Kyran that there were many of them and she could become one quite quickly and without hurting her family, or killing her. "Think uncle, would it really be necessary? Besides, if she was one of us we would just be able to fight your brother with a force to match his own. And we wouldn't be taking the only family left of a father of two, whose son was already murdered."
"Fine!" He snapped impatiently. "You have ninety-six hours to finish this and change her into one of our kind. Preferably a vampire or shape shifter."
“Thank you uncle. I shall have our little problem finished and done with by then."He said dutifully. Quickly walking out