Chapter 17

 I head out back. I see Heather. “Thank you so much,” she smiles. “Give me your hands. Now close your eyes and think of a white light." We are on a soccer field a girl about 18 years old with dark hair and eyes runs by us. “That’s her and she’s so beautiful,” Heather says. “I am feeling like this might be Texas,” I tell her. A paper flies by. I hold it up ‘Amarillo Car Sales.

Suddenly I am slammed to the ground. “Carlos!” Heather screams. Carlos is on top of me claws extended. “What are you doing to my sister?” he growls. “That really hurt,” I yell. He is too strong to flip over so I do the only thing I can think of. I cut off his air supply. Carlos begins to turn purple and grab his throat. He rolls over onto his back. By then everyone is running outside. Cole looks like he wants to kill him, but he can see he is in agony. So, I let Carlos start to breath again. “What was that?” he said wheezing. “You knocked me over

and you were on top of me. I had to do somet