Each of us finds his or her own way in the world.
Our lives are shorter than any of us would choose,
but longer than those who cannot choose.
Book of Ernest, Vol. 1
Alisha stood by the door. She knew what was on the other side. Her hand almost touched the handle. It was stilled in space as if she could choose the destiny that awaited her on the other side. Opportunity was never an option. Choice was a dream believed by the unknowing, and Alisha was a Knower.
Sorry Ernest, but this is my story so I might as well tell it myself. Ernest is a great friend and scribe, but do we really need someone between you and I at this point? I think not. OK, let’s go back to the beginning.
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Where she is going with all of this is beyond me. She may be only 'almost' sixteen, but she's my boss when it comes to telling her story. I'm just glad she has allowed me to trans-scribe her words. Ernest
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