The Gemini Trilogy

The Gemini Trilogy

by T. J. Lajeunesse


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Dawn Price was not quite your average seventeen year old. But with her two best friends Matt and Pam, her only concern was what they were going to do for her eighteenth birthday. But little did she know that two weeks before her birthday her life would start to spiral out of control. For on this day her life would be forever changed. She was to become the Gemini. A prophecy from another dimension. One that was being torn apart by war between the children of the light and the children of the dark. "When the Gemini awakens, she will be torn between two minds and two worlds, If she chooses love, the war will end, if she chooses revenge, the world will be void of light and darkness will rule over life."

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ISBN-13: 9781452073354
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 09/16/2010
Pages: 388
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.86(d)

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The Gemini Trilogy

The Awakening
By T.J. Lajeunesse


Copyright © 2010 T.J. Lajeunesse
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4520-7335-4

Chapter One

"Dawn! Dawn! You have to wake up, or you will miss the bus!" my brother Mark shouted up the stairs.

"Okay, I'm getting up already." My head felt heavy. I couldn't understand why I felt so tired. I went to bed at eight after a long, hot, relaxing bath. I didn't think I was having problems with sleeping, it just didn't seem to be regenerating me. If I could only put my finger on it, like if it was a bad dream, I could fix it, but I wasn't having bad dreams. Not one. I didn't feel sick or sore from sports. It just seemed to be that I wasn't sleeping. Maybe I was sleeping too long. That must be it. I will stay up late tonight and I bet that'll help me sleep, a deep sleep.

I was looking around my room, which I love to be in as opposed to downstairs. My room was blue and white. The walls were painted a light blue with a white and silver border. My dressers were painted white with blue flowers on the corners and my bed spread matched the design on my border. I have to admit, blue is my favorite color. Most of all my clothes were blue as well, so it was quite a shock to see a red top and a black miniskirt on my floor!

Where did they come from? Who was in my room when I was sleeping? Maybe it was a joke done by my brother's girlfriend. But what is she wearing now? I asked myself.

I will kill them if they took some of my clothes! "Mark, can you please come up here!"

Mark came up the stairs two at time. Being 6 foot 5, he could do it and make it look like he was taking them one at a time.

"Mark, did you bring your girlfriend into my room last night?" I asked.

He didn't say a word as he stood there looking at me with a shocked expression.

"What are you looking at Mark?"

"You," he said. "When did you have time to do your hair like that?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I said as I looked in the mirror. My hair was pulled back into a very tight ponytail with gold and black ribbon weaved through it."

"Mark, if this is some kind of joke, please tell me now." My heart raced and I felt like I was hyperventilating. I couldn't imagine who else it would be or how they got in. Better yet, how could they do this to my hair without waking me up? I had to lean over to slow my breathing down. "Mark, this is serious! I'm not joking I don't know who did this to my hair and I don't know who's clothes those are on my floor." I must've been drugged by someone, but how did they drug me? I was really becoming scared now. "Mark, can you think of anyone who was in the house?"

"Dawn, we should call the police, and get them over here to check things out."

"No, I don't want to deal with the police. Not until I know what's going on, I mean, until I go see Dr. Thomus. He can check my blood and see if I was drugged."

I could see in Mark's soft brown eyes that he had no idea what was going on. He was in the dark like I was.

"Well, I think you should go to Dr. Thomus, if you don't remember doing this yourself, maybe you should have a blood test done to find out if someone drugged you."

"Why would someone want to do this to me?" I said. "And how did they get into the house without making Mac bark?" That dog woke us up for a cat just outside the front door. There's no way someone could get by Mac without one of us hearing them. "Unless you were drugged too Mark."

"There's no way I was drugged last night, I was on the phone for most of the night with Sue."

It was just Mark and I at the house now. The rest of our brothers had moved out and our mother was on her second honeymoon with Rex Day. My mind was running wild trying to figure out who and why someone would do this. What was the purpose behind it and what else have they done that I don't know about?

Mark could see I was really scared. "Hey, if you want I will set up some snares, the ones we use for hunting," he said. "We can put them around the house and see what we catch."

"Okay, Mark that sounds good. Can I help you set them up?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, "it would be a good thing for you to learn how to do. You know Dawn, had you been born a boy, you would already know this."

Growing up the youngest with 6 brothers posed some challenges for me. They didn't treat me any different and insisted I was meant to be a boy. I always thought I was switched at birth. My brothers taught me how to play football, baseball, hockey, and how to fight. When the neighborhood boys came over for our living room fight night I was the star attraction! And I never disappointed my brothers and stood up to anyone who opposed me. There was a lot of anger instilled in me because I wasn't allowed to do everything the boys did and I really hated the double standard. I enjoyed releasing my anger on some of the neighborhood boys, and my brothers would howl with laughter every time I took a boy to the ground! After awhile, word got around, I wasn't to be messed with.

I used to sit back and watch my brothers at work with the girls, and I learned a lot. Understanding just how stupid some girls could be was a crying shame because I couldn't understand how they could be so gullible. They would believe everything boys would tell them so they could get into their pants. I had heard every line, and it also helped that my brothers are chick magnets. That was my name for them. I got to know most of the guys around town because my brothers didn't have the same friends. The one thing that was the same about them was that they were the same. Their goals were getting into girl's pants and playing sports, the two most important things in life, so they said.

"You better get ready for school," Mark said, which brought me out of my thoughts.

"You're right. Can you please make me a bagel with cream cheese and I'll be right down?" I said, "We will just have to deal with this after school."

"Sure. Dawn, I will make you a bagel, and we will deal with this after school," he said. "Now hurry up and get downstairs because I don't feel like walking to school, ok?"

Mark turned around and was gone just like that.

I turned around and tried to undo my hair, then suddenly realized that it was beyond me. So I left it the way it was then I washed up, put some clothes on and started to run downstairs. My house was modern inside and exceptionally rustic outside. It was a contradiction of itself. Once my mom married Rex, he renovated the inside of the house, which none of us liked. He had erased our dad. How I hated Rex, he married mom a year after dad died. I was seven at the time and my world and the house changed forever.

I was so tired and now with thoughts about what happened to me last night. I didn't think it would be possible for me to make it through school.

By the time I made it downstairs Mark was holding the door open for me with a bagel and a coffee in hand. "Let's go," he said.

"Why haven't you changed your hair Dawn?"

"I don't have time to mess with it, and honestly, I'm not sure how to undue it!"

Mark let out a laugh, "would you like me to ask my girlfriend to help undo it?"

"No thanks. I didn't need more pity from the girls in town."

Everyone used to say I was so pretty that I could have any guy wanted. I just needed to dress sexy and wear makeup, and it wouldn't hurt to stop slapping them in the face when they gave me compliments. Other girls didn't understand compliments were just a line to get into their pants. I wasn't interested in anyone getting close to me.

Mark and I made the bus just in time. Thankfully, there was someone standing at the bus stop holding the bus for us. Whoever he was, he was tall, dressed in dark jeans and a light hoodie. You could tell it was a man by his body frame and how lean his body appeared. He had broad, athletic shoulders. I could see a bit of blond hair as well but couldn't see his face, but I still got the feeling that I knew him. As the bus stopped the man stepped behind me and said, "ladies first" in a polite voice. I smiled and said thank you, but he wouldn't show his face to us. We walked on the bus and Mr. Miller was driving today. I said hello as he said hello back. Then, we went to where Sue was waiting for Mark. The way Mark looked at her made me think he might be in love. She was a petite girl, very pretty, with long brown hair and brown eyes. I liked her smile. She had a dimple in her right cheek. She was a straight A student, but she was smarter than that. She had common sense not to give Mark what he wanted, which was to get her into bed. And Mark tried hard. She told him not until she got married, and only then would that ever happen. Mark used to take a lot of cold showers after Sue left the house. She told me that making out with your clothes on was fun, because you had to use your imagination with each other. When she stood by Mark, they made a striking couple. Mark had dark brown hair and soft brown eyes. His face looked like Thor, the Norse war god, and his big frame came from playing football. It made him look intimidating. Then there was Sue with her perfectly flawless face and body. They were hard to miss.

I was looking at Sue, whose mouth hung down when she saw me. "Wow Dawn," she said, "your hair looks great."

Mark didn't say a thing to Sue about what happened. He just looked at me and gave me a wink to let me know he knew just how upset I was about the whole thing. Mark and I were closest to each other than the rest of my brothers. Mark was only a year older than I. When he was ten he got sick with a rare blood disease that kept him in bed for most of the year. He had to repeat the fifth grade with me in his class. I helped keep him company by reading with him, playing cards and watching TV. I never went out much, so it was nice to have someone to hang out with at home. Sometimes it would appear that Mark and I could read each other's thoughts.

We always sat at the back of the bus due to the fact that we lived out of town and we got on the bus first. I liked that no one could sit behind me. Another one of those things my brothers told me was a good thing to do. "Always make sure no one can come from behind," they would tell me.

As the bus started, I looked out the window at the farm houses and the trees going by. I had an odd feeling that someone was watching me. There was only one other person on the bus, and he sat at the front of the bus. I still couldn't tell what he looked like because his back was to me and he wore a hoodie. It didn't stop me from staring at him. I found myself curious about this man who kept his face hidden from me. I put on my iPod and started to listen to some music to get my mind off everything that happened.

I was listening to Pink Floyd. A hypnotic male voice invaded Comfortably Numb and told me that every minute that went by without me by his side was heartbreaking and it feels like a lifetime of pain. The voice wasn't singing and I felt drawn to his broken heart, I could almost feel his pain. And then all of a sudden, he called me Dee! I pulled my earpiece out and started to shake.

Mark looked over at me "What's wrong Dawn?"

I asked Mark to listen to my iPod "Can you tell me what you hear and do you recognize the voice?"

Mark looked at me like I was going nuts "It's a Pink Floyd song, Comfortably Numb," he said. "You should know it. It's one of your favorite songs."

"So you didn't hear another man's voice talking?" I asked.

"Dawn, you look tired, maybe you just dozed off for a second or two and dreamt it."

"Yeah, I think you must be right."

Just then, David Smith walked on the bus. He had blond hair and light blue eyes and an easy-going look about him "Hi David," I said.

"Hi Dawn, I like your hair," David said "It looks really hot and I'm getting hotter just looking at you."

I didn't say a single word. I didn't want to encourage him in any way. David was wearing a white shirt with blue jeans and a black cowboy hat. He removed his hat and started to fan himself.

"Just look what I need to do when I'm looking at you. You are just so hot. Dawn. I was thinking that maybe we should go to the Summerfest together. You know I'm your perfect mate."

And with that, I clenched my left hand and punched him in the nose! Mark, Sue and the guy up front started laughing.

"Dawn you need to grow up and stop hitting me! That really hurt my face! I think you may have broken my nose. I'm bleeding!" David yelled.

I heard Mr. Miller yell to the back of the bus "David! Leave her alone and Dawn stop hitting people on the bus, you are going to get me fired!"

At the same time, I also heard the stranger at the front of the bus speaking to Mr. Miller. "Sometimes boys need to learn a hard lesson and who better to give it to them than a girl."

"Well David," I said, "you should stop making an ass of yourself. I am no one's perfect mate, nor do I ever want to be."

"One day it will happen," he said. "You'll see."

I put my ear piece back in and pressed play again. My mind went right back to the voice that called me Dee. The only other person that called me Dee was my father. My father had told me once that the name Dee was special, and that one day, I would know just how important it was going to be to me. I was holding back the tears in my eyes.

The voice started again, he was telling me to meet him again tonight at the Red Barn in town. "I need you more than life itself."

Okay, I thought to myself. I am truly going out of my mind. I was ready to see Dr. Thomus. Maybe the drug that was given to me to make me sleep through last night is still affecting me now.

The bus stopped again and my best friend, Pam Morlan got on. She is the same size as me. 5 foot 8 and a size six. Pam would say that we were twins. The only difference is that she dressed to kill, and I dressed appropriately. Her green eyes always looked alluring. She had light brown wavy hair like mine, and full lips. She was a knock out. She was wearing a tight fitting green top with a miniskirt and cowboy boots.

"Dawn, what did you do to your hair? I love it!" she said.

"Oh Pam," I said "I need your help to undo it."

"No way, Dawn! Your hair has never looked better. I have been waiting for you to do something like this forever."

"Pam, I need you to help me, really. I don't know how to undo it."

"Dawn, who helped you in the first place?"

"I don't know who did it, and I am going to find out who did. I need to talk to you but not on the bus. Okay?"

"Okay, Dawn, we can talk later," she said. "But I'm still not helping you with your hair because I love it. For once you look like a girl and not a tomboy. And if you would like my help with makeup, I will help you show off your light blue eyes. I would love to enhance them."

"Pam, I don't want to, because it just makes boys want to talk to me."

"Dawn I know you hate boys, but come on, there has to be one that you would like to notice you."

"No!" I said sharply, "Pam you are boy crazy."

"I know," she said with a short laugh. "I can't help myself. There are just so many fine looking males around here. And you know there are not enough girls to go round, which means that there will be a lot of broken hearts if I just pick one. I almost think God put me in heaven first."

"Dawn, I know who would be great for you, Matt Rawson."

"Pam, that's not funny, you know Matt and I are just best friends."

"Well, he would be great for you. You are the only girl he can talk to."

"Matt is shy and doesn't feel right talking to girls by himself." I said.

"Besides, Matt's parents are very strict about those things," Matt was tall and lean. He had ash blonde hair that was thick and wavy, and deep green eyes that sometimes look golden. Along with his model good looks, it was hard for him to talk to girls, yet the girls were always chasing him. Matt worked part-time at the animal shelter with me. It was another world for Matt there. He would talk nonstop about the animals with me. It was like he was coming alive. I so enjoyed talking to him. Matt had said that I was a Dr. Doolittle with the animals. I would laugh at that but he was sure about it. He had told me that the animals didn't fear me, and that I made them feel safe. I had told Matt it was because I related to them. I would never hurt them because I was afraid of them. They knew this somehow. Matt had to agree with that. I was looking forward to seeing Matt at school today. He always had a way of making me feel better and safe. Matt was the most compassionate persons I knew and his understanding of the complexities of the human heart and its frailties had helped me many times.


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