3 KIM - How to find out you had a paranormal childhood

My twin sister and I went through some weird situations for a long time. When I was three, Mom found me hanging on the top of a tree. The very top. Nobody knew how I got there. At seven, Amy read a full book in Chinese, but was never able to do so again. Eight years ago, I declared that snow was going to fall in front of the whole school. I was nine and everyone laughed because I still believed I could change the weather. Two hours after, the whole town was covered in snow. In July. In Hawaii. I once predicted correctly which football team was going to win without having watched any match. When we were fourteen, the sun appeared at midnight after Amy laughed. I could do a double somersault after my first gymnastic class.

There was always a good explanation. I climbed up but forgot. Amy had seen the movie adaptation of the book in English. Some persons used the snow canons from the Martim hotel. I heard someone talk about the football matches. We mistook the hour when Amanda laughed. I was talented for gym. People gossiped for two or three days and then passed on to something else. But we were sure those things had happened to us. Our parents said they believed us but we knew it wasn't true. Our friends said we were liars. We eventually stopped talking about those events. Humans don't like to be different. It's a fact that also applies to the two of us.

Right at that point though, I knew there would be no explanation for what was happening to me. One minute I was on the beach on the other side of the freaking island since I live in Honokaa, the next I was here. Falling into a pit of lava. Yikes.

My body would never ever be found. No way in hell. I'll be burn to ashes in a few seconds. No one will ever think about me disappearing into the volcano. No persons that have lived their whole life on this island ever comes to this place. Or very rarely. Only when tourists pay you to guide them. It's like the first thing your parents tell you when you're a kid. "Don't you dare go next to that devil fiery place. You'll end up burning yourself half to death and you'll be all crispy and ugly. Did you hear me?" Typical. I dare anyone to say they didn't hear this sentence. If it wasn't your parents, then it was your preschool teachers or even the police. Nobody wants to have a French fry strolling on the street. Not good for the tourism.

They'll say I ran away to the continent with some New Yorker and that I got a miserable life after being dumped. Such a shameful life that I never had enough courage to come back and face my mistakes. Or that I married a fancy old billionaire and became to snob to visit. No, the billionaire thingy was for Amy. I could already hear them talking. Blablabla. They tell you people from the southern states are always gossiping but Hawaiians are real chatterbox. No taking that away from them.

I actually started to feel chills in my spine when the lava turned out to be way closer than I thought it was. I closed my eyes and prayed for a quick and painless death. Or for someone to come flying to save me. Some kind of superhero. With black hair and black eyes. The cold but cool superhero stereotype.

My tears were falling besides me. Too bad for the cool ending.

That's when I felt someone pass his arm behind my back.

Seems like angels are quick.