I don't do this but I'm torn between continuing with my YA paranormal/folktale retelling OR rearranging them to make it as a novel in verse. Hmmm, what do you think? Here is the first part. Chesa It is 2:30 am when I am jolted awake. I cannot tell whether it was the nightmare or the turbulence that woke me. I blink rapidly a few times to adjust to the dimness of the cabin. The low hum of whispers, the soft snores from the family next to me seemed to settle the apprehension I felt. This uneasiness that something wasn’t quite right with me. With my family. The situation I find myself in. 2:30 am. I am only 15 hours of my 19 hour flight, from the home I’ve ever known to California. United States of America; a place where I, with black curls and brown skin will never be welcomed. I wonder if they already know what I am?
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