A New Home (Chasing Destiny) by Abigail Denver Page B

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    Hannah felt the tears coursing down her cheeks.  She’d wanted to be wrong this time.  She’d wanted it with everything inside her.  “We buy land.”  She pulled out the family’s atlas and opened it to the page she’d already marked.  “Here.”
    Emily stared at it.  “Idaho?  You’ve got to be kidding me!” Emily was very much a social butterfly.  She had a lot of friends in Texas and the very idea of moving to Idaho made her sick.
    Hannah had drawn a huge box Northeast of Boise in the Salmon River Mountains.  “That’s the area we need to buy.”
    Leah blinked a couple of times.  “How big is that area?”
    “Twenty -five square miles,” Hannah answered without hesitation.  “We need to build walls around the inner sixteen square miles.  We leave a mile on the outside in every direction as added protection.”
    Emily folded her arms across her chest.  “I’m not moving to Idaho!   All my friends are here. ”
    Hannah turned on her sister.  “Yes, you are!  You’ll die otherwise.  Do you want to be killed by a bomb, a rifle or a grenade?  Of you could always starve to death.  Which option would you prefer?”   Hannah wanted to slap some sense into her little sister.  Why couldn’t she listen just this once?
    “Enough, Hannah.”  Leah turned to her younger daughter.  “I know this sounds crazy, Em.  It does to me, too.  But Hannah’s never been wrong.  She got the lottery numbers right.  She’s never done that before.  We need to do this.”
    Emily burst into tears and ran from the room, screaming, “I won’t go!  You can’t make me!”
    Hannah looked at her mother.  “Mom, I’m sorry.  I know I sound crazy , but we have to do this, and we have to do it fast.  I had a vision of the first family we need to find.”  She paused for a moment looking down at her hands.  “The boy is going to be our leader.” 
    Leah sighed.  “And just how do you think we’re going to be able to convince people to move into the wilderness with us?”   She hated asking.  She knew her daughter would have the answer, even though she really didn’t want to know.
    “I have a plan.  First, though, I need to get with someone who can draw the people in my vision.  Kinda like a police artist guy?  How do we find someone like that?”
    “What are you going to do with the picture?”   Leah couldn’t see herself going from city to city trying to find people in a picture.
    Hannah grinned.  “Facebook, of course.”
    *****
    Leah made some phone calls from the office the following morning.  By noon, Hannah was sitting with a former police sketch artist, Tanya, who was a patient of her mother’s.  “No, the dad’s eyes were wider.  And his nose had a ridge in it.”
    The artist erased and redrew a few lines.  “Like this?”   She glanced at Hannah for confirmation.
    Hannah nodded.  “That’s them.  Thank you!”
    “Your mom didn’t tell me why we were doing this,” Tanya said.
    “Oh, we’re just getting ready for the coming apocalypse,” Hannah said with a smile.  She pointed to the older boy in the picture.  “He’s going to rule the world.”
    Tanya laughed.  “Okay, don’t tell me!”  She handed the finished drawing to Hannah.  “That’s a free session with your mom for me.  She said you’d probably need me again soon.”  She scribbled her number on a blank piece of paper.  “Just call me directly.”
    Hannah smiled.  “Thanks so much for your help.  I’m sure I’ll be calling you again soon.”
    After Tanya left, Hannah sat and stared at the picture, and especially at the older boy.  “I’m going to marry you someday,” she whispered.   She had to laugh at herself.  She was twelve years old and had plans to marry the ruler of the world.  She had a couple of friends who wanted to marry multi-millionaires and she always thought they were silly.  What would they say about her?
    Walking to the family computer, she scanned