Project Aquarius (The Sensitives Series Book 1) Read Free

motioned to her friend in the driver’s seat that she needed only one more minute, one more sentence really.
    “See you later alligator,” she said as she did every morning.
    “After while crocodile,” Sammy quipped with a large grin.
    Drea’s brother about-faced rapidly and began to walk the five blocks east and three blocks north to JFK Elementary. Drea knew exactly how many blocks it was because he had told her many times. Approximately 1,135 steps, in case she was wondering.
    She watched his form slip past the old maple tree on the edge of Mr. Swinton’s property signifying she was now free from Sammy’s morning routine.
    Drea swung into the passenger’s seat of the 1998 Honda and sat with a thunk next to Sierra. “You won’t believe what happened last night,” she said.
    “Are you kidding me?!” Sierra exasperated. She looked pale, which was hard to do with ebony hair and copper skin.
    “What? I didn’t even say anything yet.”
    Drea thought they sometimes shared a brain.
    “You had another dream, didn’t you? Tell me you had a water dream like I predicted,” said Sierra while playing with her lip ring.
    “Yeah, how’d you know?”
    “Cuz I worship the Devil and he tells me things,” Sierra joked, comically stretching her black eyeliner-traced eyes wide.
    “Ugh, your parents are ridiculous,” Drea complained. “As if watching The Exorcist a dozen times makes you crazy.”
    “I think they were more concerned that I looked up how to do an exorcism online.”
    “But that was just because of my weird fire demon dream.”
    “My point exactly! Everyone knows you’re the crazy one. At least I didn’t have to go get my head examined by scientists at Harvard when I was in kindergarten. Clearly, you’re the one corrupting me,” Sierra said dripping with sarcasm.
    Drea laughed along with her friend, but she had an ugly knot in her stomach that gnawed at her insides. On some level was it true? Was she really crazy? Were her dreams really psychotic or dangerous?
    “But seriously, about your dream… Did you check your phone yet?” Sierra prompted, interrupting Drea’s anxious thoughts.
    In all the hustle to get Sammy out the door, Drea had forgotten to turn her phone on. She reached into her pocket and clicked the button that prompted the musical startup noise.
    The first text message from Sierra was time stamped 6 a.m.
     
    In my dream I drowned
    There were three more texts.
    I’m really freaked out right now
    Call me when you wake up
    I saw you in my dream
     
    “Same,” Drea reported. She was stunned to hear that something so similar had happened to Sierra. “You saw me in your dream?”
    “Yeah, it was like I was in your recurring water nightmare, the one you’ve described to me a thousand times. In this one, I was swimming in the lake by your family’s summer cabin in New Hampshire. I dove under and all of a sudden I couldn’t tell which way was up. The water was black and thick like tar and squeezed my lungs. I couldn’t breathe and I was sure I was going to die. Then the water became unexpectedly clear and I saw the tip of your red Converse sneakers. We were in the hallway of the Academy. Everything was underwater and I saw you swim by a row of yellow lockers. I called out to you, but the strong current pushed you into a classroom. Then everything went black.”
    Drea’s mouth hung agape. It was the same dream, from a different perspective.
    She managed to whisper, “Read the blog.”
    Sierra pulled it up on her phone screen. A minute later Drea’s BFF started the car without a word. Then she backed out of the drive in silence.
    Drea couldn’t wait any longer, “Well, what does it mean?”
    “It means you are a Dreamwalker like I’ve been telling you.”
    “That’s crazy stuff from sci-fi movies. That isn’t a real thing that people can do.”
    Drea loved to talk about the paranormal, but if she had a superpower she would’ve known by now.
    “Well you can do it. And so