THE dreams were fields of waving gold..grasshoppers clicking while the hot song of cicada whirled in the wavering distance. The dirt clumps beneath the sneakers felt soft on the steady walk..The grass stalk juicy between the teeth..the ballcap shading the beligerent stare of the sun in the unsettling blue..Not a cloud in sight!! All the bruises were healing..coming from the livid deep orchid purple to a now shaded rash red...no one asked about them..she wore a daring v neck style on her checked cotton shirt..trophies of survival..trophies of thrill..like the roller coaster ride the freedom that came with that wild plunge..like letting go..she could watch her hair streaming in the wind..feel the vibrations of the cars on the rails..her long thin arms and wide shoulders..she watched the happiness on her face with a gleeful inner satisfaction..and she knew what true control was now...what they wanted..what they disliked about her soul and spirit..she was not in a cage like them..she was roving the range a freedom walk...her thighs were a deep brown and in shape from all the B-ball and longboarding she had saved up for..kept it hidden from the family or they would have hocked it for their pleasure trips..spent at home in the wide lounge chair she curled up in and slept...the dishes piled up...the laundry in mounds by the new machines...Sooner or later someone came out of the fog..grounded out and got all this done...It made her feel real like all the other families..Her nails were long and she kept them good...none broken since she passed the age of puberty...Her powers as a young woman were growing and she enhanced them with the intensity of her stare..she practised her moves in the mirror like a magician..The sexuality was frightening too many...She was walking to the junction...from there a longer walk to a home she kept her visits too...an old friend she made in grade nine...their loyalty was a pay off when she was cornered by the big bully bitches whom were beating all the other girls..all the skinnier more beautiful ones...The new enemy was one she understood....she could unlock their walls and step through...she became a part of them no matter how much they hated her..she knew she was there to find answers..put behind and leave riddles to solve...she was in control even when they lost it....She breathed in swelling her chest..her logo T that she wore..one of her favourites..in her hip pocket was her cellie and in her front was the beautiful flip knife she opened up all the sample mail that kept coming in...products and trials....shampoo..diet aids..make up..lipstick flats with applicator brushes..she kept that under her old night stand with the diary..all coded if they found it. The trail coming from the heat of the field full of old concrete ruins was cool..like a hallway of dreams she thought..in winter it was magical...she felt like a nordic princess..