Daybreak

Meco Brown

Description

After losing his parents in a tragic house fire, mind reading teenager- Taideo Kavita, leaves Biloxi, Mississippi and begins living with his grandmother Rosie, in the dank and mysterious town of Olah, West Virginia. While trying to adjust to his new school and peers, Taideo soon discovers a world he never knew existed. A demon lurks within the shadows of his school, it craves to steal Taideo's powers, and will do it any way possible, even if it means killing him!

Informations

• Publié par: First Edition Design Publishing
• Date de parution: 01 octobre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781506902760
• Langue: English

Extrait

DayBreak

By
Meco Brown
DayBreak
Copyright©2016 Meco Brown

ISBN 978-1506-902-76-0 EBOOK

August 2016

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com



ALL R I G H T S R E S E R V E D. No p a r t o f t h i s b oo k pub li ca t i o n m a y b e r e p r o du ce d, s t o r e d i n a r e t r i e v a l s y s t e m , o r t r a n s mit t e d i n a ny f o r m o r by a ny m e a ns─ e l e c t r o n i c , m e c h a n i c a l , p h o t o - c o p y , r ec o r d i n g, or a ny o t h e r ─ e x ce pt b r i e f qu ot a t i o n i n r e v i e w s , w i t h o ut t h e p r i o r p e r mi ss i on o f t h e a u t h o r or publisher .
Acknowledgments
An ENORMOUS thank you to my parents, Michael and Vanessa fortheir overflow of love, support and words of encouragement.
A huge THANK YOU to Josh, for research, help and for readingand giving feedback on many early versions of the book; to all my friends andfamily for their constant love and support.
Tableof Contents

ARRIVAL
EYESCOLLIDE
STEPBY STEP
HAUNTED
ANESCORT
DISCOVERIES
SELFPORTRAIT
SPOTLIGHT
BETWEENTHE LINES
EPIPHANY
CLAIMED
REPERCUSSIONS
AWAKENED
MIDWAY
LIMBO
CELESTIALMOON
POISONEDESSENCE
THECARNIVAL
THEDEMON
SIGHTSEER
DEJA-VU
THEPARTY
Therecan be no peace of mind in love,
Sincewhat one has obtained is never anything
Buta starting point for further desires-
Marcel Proust
ARRIVAL

Theglorious rays of the sun no longer polished the cloudless sky; the salty smellof the Gulf Coast was now eleven hours behind me. My family, my small circle offriends, everything, was now a distant memory. The place I once called home-Biloxi, Mississippi, is gone, and my future now resides in the dank and foggytown of Olah, West Virginia. Although I've visited the town in my younger days,I remember hardly anything about it, other than it rarely reaches seventydegrees Fahrenheit and the fear-provoking forest runs throughout the town in away thought to be immeasurable. However, I must be grateful, if it wasn't formy Grandmother, Rosie Chestnut, I wouldn't have anywhere else to go, especiallyafter the tragic accident. "Ten minute break at the next stop!" Shoutedthe bus driver. I secretly thought to myself why he even bothered to yell; I'mthe only person on the bus. I still have a few more hours before I reach Olah,may as well take a minute to stretch my legs. As I began to exit the bus, Inoticed in the far distance a single lightning bolt whipping across the evergrowing cloudiness of the sky; it was followed by a rumble of thunder. "Betterget used to this type of weather kid." The driver told me before I steppedoff. "Why do you say that?" I asked him curiously. "You'releaving behind fun in the sun young man. The robust southern charm, the fierysea of casinos, who wouldn't want to stay there. It's anyone's home away fromhome." He said. I felt a quick shudder of trepidation as I stared back athim, his words echoing throughout my mind. He couldn't possibly understand whymy leaving of such a great place was important for my very existence. I knewwhat I was leaving behind as far as the atmosphere, but everything else wasnothing more than an unwanted memory. "I wanted to leave, the coaststarted to bore me." I lied. It was evident he didn't see through it,after all, I've always been a terrible fibber. Another bolt of lightning torethrough the sky again; I jerked upright. "If you lie as bad as you arestartled by this weather then you won't make it in Olah kid...” he laughed atme. I've never been much of a verbose individual, so I easily ignored his laughterand headed toward the bathroom. As I opened the door, a terrible, disgustingodor showered my face. "Great," I muttered, "What else could gowrong?" I've always told myself that my clumsy two left feet and bad luckwere always on my side, this proves me just right. Holding my breath, I enteredthe poisonous bathroom, first taking a look at my hideous reflection. My motheruse to compliment how my skin was always shiny, like a milky caramel, and howmy dark almond eyes reminded her of my father. I never saw it before, but nowit's obvious. I can see bits of them both inside of me. Still, my AfricanAmerican mother and Korean father thought they had an amazing son; they neverunderstood how bizarre I truly am. My uncanny ability to read the thoughts ofothers is a curse that has ruined potential relationships and is what has keptme away from my family so much. This gift is anything but one. Frustrated, Ibegan wetting my hands, running them through my short black curly hair. "Areyou kidding me?" I yelled as I realized there were no more paper towels. Ihad no choice but to use my favorite pullover shirt- a long sleeved black andred sweater that was twice as big as me. My older siblings bought it for mysixteenth birthday last year. I took one last look at the stoic expression onmy face and left for the bus. It was only a few more hours’ drive from the restarea to Olah. My grandmother insisted I take a plane instead of a bus; she justdidn't know that flying bothers me a bit. Besides, I prefer to watch thescenery; it gives me an opportunity to use my camera. A while later I awoke tofind the bus pulling up to the station. "Finally," I whispered, “Hereat last." Since I was the only passenger, the driver permitted me to keepthe one bag I had next to me the entire trip. I grabbed it and nearly trippedstepping off the bus. When I looked around at my surroundings, everythingappeared as I thought. The environment itself is naturally beautiful, but it’sjust a little gray for my taste. "Taideo?" A soft-spoken voice calledout to me. "Taideo Kavita!" I turned around to see my grandmotherholding a sign with my name on it. She looks the same as I remember, wrinklylight brown skin, heart-shaped face, big in the waist, short with huge glassesand long black curly hair. "Grandma Rosie!" I shouted. She grabbedand pulled me into an emotionally tight hug. It's as if she hasn't seen me inyears, but I knew it was because of my parents. I can tell she had been crying;her dark brown eyes were red and puffy. "It's so good to see youTaideo." She said looking me up and down. "You still look the same,thin as ever." She expressed while awkwardly poking at my stomach. "Thanks,grams." She looked down at my feet. "Is that your only bag?" Inodded. "It's the only stuff that survived the fire." She closed hereyes in an attempt not to cry. I can't believe how blunt I can sometimes be, meand my big mouth. "So grams, how about we get home and make a couple ofsandwiches? I'm starving." I had to say something to get her mind off ofthis, we both can't be a mess at the same time. "That sounds great."She gave me a soft smile and held my hand while walking over to her rustcolored Honda Civic. "Buckle up, please sir," she said as she checkedall the mirrors. "So have you spoken to your brother and sister?" Sheasked while starting the car and turning on the windshield wipers. "Justonce or twice." I shyly admitted. My brother Shirocco and my sister Kemikoboth live in Korea with my father's mother, our parents sent them there threemonths ago, because they fell in with the wrong crowd and started behavingbadly. "I don't understand why they chose not to come to the funeral,everyone grieves in their own way I suppose." She gently grabbed my handwhen she said that. Grams is a very emotional woman, and always feels the needto touch someone. "How are you holding up Taideo?" She could tellfrom my facial expression that her question was making me uncomfortable. I'venever been too snug with the idea of announcing my feelings to someone, eventhose close to me.
"Well, you're alreadyregistered for high school Taideo. Now I know you're coming in the middle ofthe school year, but everything will be all right." She patted my knee. Bythis time I could tell she was trying to say anything to start a conversation,she kept thinking about what she could say to make me open up more. Mytelepathic ability allows me to listen in on the thoughts of others, howeverreceiving more than one thought at once can hurt my mind, but usually, somepain relievers ease the constant twinge of receiving too many thoughts at once.Most people I read are unexciting and in some cases crude, but Grams is thefirst I've found whose thoughts are pure, and I like that. "Thank youGrams. It means a lot that you let me stay with you." A broad grin spreadacross her face. She began thinking of how polite I was, and how proud myparents must be of me. Pictures suddenly lit my mind, all coming luminously tolife. I saw a blue and white 1977 Chevy Nova sitting in the yard of mygrandmother’s house. As quickly as they came, the pictures disappeared. "Ihave a surprise for you," She said. "What is it?" I asked eventhough I knew she meant the car. "Remember your grandfather’s old blue andwhite car? Well, it's all yours if you want it. Figured you'd need a way aroundtown." Grams works down at the local hospital and sheriff’s department. She'llusually be gone sun up to the sun down. For an old woman, she sure does movearound a lot. "Wow, that's great grams, thank you. Honestly though youdidn't have to do that, I appreciate it. Is it all fixed up?" She lookedover at me with big eyes. "Not exactly," She admitted sheepishly. "GramsI didn't inherit my dad’s mechanic skills like my brother." She peekedsideways at me with a thorough look. "Don't worry Taideo. Everything willbe taken care of. Do you remember Andrew Littleton, from Celestial Moon?"I shook my head. "Celestial Moon?" I looked over at her confused. Ipeeked inside her head quickly to gather what information I could about theplace. A month ago, I learned I could permanently borrow bits of informationfrom others, and I like to call it a mental download. The feeling tingles whenI absorb information, though, kind of like when water hits your hair whentaking a