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Owen Ceri Jones
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Category:
Young Adult/Teen
Publisher: Owen Jones
ISBN-10: 1490511741
Type: Fiction
Pages: 30
Copyright: June 23, 2013
ISBN-13: 9781490511740
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
The Misconception is the story of Megan, a 12-year-old girl, and her quest for a Teacher to help her develop her Supernatural Powers – a quest for Awakening
Megan is a twelve-year-old girl who knows that she is very different from any person that she has ever met, although she has met some dead ones who are better at what she can do.
She wants to be like them, but she finds life lonely not being able to talk to her family and school friends about her powers.
Her mother finds Megan's curiosity about the Supernatural terrifying, so she tries everything she knows to block Megan's progress.
However, Megan continues.
The Misconception is about Megan's search into the Supernatural and some of the things that she learns while doing it.
Excerpt
Megan was locked in the coal cellar again on the verge of tears. She was only twelve and she could not understand why her mother would do such an awful thing to her. It had happened half-a-dozen times before, but like as not, she thought, her father didn't know anything about it. She had never told him and she was sure that her mother would never have said anything either.
There was an unspoken pact between her and her mother not to let each other down, but here she was again, sitting in the cellar, in the dirt and dust with who-knew-what horrible creatures eying her up.
She didn't know. It was pitch black and it took all her strength to keep herself from crying and begging her mother to let her out. But she had tried that on other occasions and her mother had put unreasonable demands on her as conditions for her release. Conditions that she knew she could not fulfil, try as hard as she might like to.
Sometimes, it seemed that she was the only one who took the pact seriously.
Despite herself, tears began to roll down her cheeks again, making invisible river beds through the dust on her face, washing coal dust onto her school uniform. It was too much, it really was. How could someone who understood her so well, behave so cruelly towards her only daughter?
Megan jumped involuntarily as her mother wilfully hit the door with the vacuum cleaner as she passed by. There was not even the slightest sliver of light from which to draw comfort, so she did what she had found helped her the most and scrambled up the coal heap to the wall and then to her right until she found the corner.
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