Triston's POV As I was walking down the hallway, I saw my friend Charlie. I ran up to him. I hadn't seen him all summer, and I wanted to talk. "Hey dude," I yelled out to him. "Oh, hi," he said, as if he were suprised to see me. I slapped him on the back, and he dropped a notebook. "oh, so now you have a diary?" I teased. He tried to grab it from my hands, but I was about half a foot taller than him, and I easily kept it out of his reach. I opened it to the first page. All over it was a name, Amanda. "Looks like someone's got a little crush," I said. "Shut up," he mummbled. "Oh c'mon, I'm only teasing," I said. I told him that I would try to hook him up, but that made him look even more upset. There's something weird going on, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it. Tell me what you think?
Amanda's POV When I got home after school, I went straight up to my room. I brought a pencil, and a notebook with me. I opened it up to the first page, and began to sketch. I erased, and shaded, until it was perfect. I looked down, and whispered, "Charlie." I walked over to my closet, and shuffled through it, until I found it. Mu trinket box. I opened it up to put the picture in it, when I saw something. I saw Charlie's face. "That's impossible," I stuttered to myself. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< cliff hanger!!!!
Amanda's POV That face, I knew I had seen it before, but I couldn't figure it out. He was from one of my dreams. I have this unique gift, that allows me to see things in my dreams. Usually they don't make any sense, but I know that they have some importance. I sketch down all my dreams, and I keep a journal about them too. I keep these locked up in a small trinket box, because if anyone found out, they wouldn't believe me. I've never met anyone like me. I've heard of people having futuristic dreams, and claiming to be psychic, but they never mention anything about the auras. I can see colors around people, that no one else seems to see. I have a rich purple, while my mom has a dainty light blue. My dad's aura is a red. I don't always see auras though. I only see them when I want to. I think it has something to do with my dreams. I remember the dream with Charlie perfectly now. I was walking alone down a dark corridor, when I tripped, and fell to the ground. I was stuck, and I couldn't get up, when he looked at me, and helped me. I sketched his face, and I just found it now. Weird, I need to talk to him. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< sorry for not updating for a while!
Anyone still reading this, because it was on the third page...it's probably because of all those RPs...bullcrap
Hello?...ugg all these RPS are pushing my story back...plus no one seems to be reading...eh, I'll update later, I'm not it the mood right now