This is my third story. I will be my last story that I go on alone. But, I hope you like it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prelude I sat in the chair, one dream after another passing by. I couldn't take it any more. I stood and ran to the back of the school, hoping that no one was back there. Luckily, no one was. I sighed and walked out the back door, even if I had to pass the rejects and goths. I pushed the door open, hearing someone groan in pain, the doorknob hitting them. I rolled my eyes and started walking. Soon I pulled off my heels, walking on the sidewalk. I sighed. No date for the Valentine's Day dance, walking home alone, without a ride. It was pathetic. Suddenly a guy skated in front of me, causing me to stop. He had greasy hair that covered his eyes. "Need a ride," he smiled. "Yeah, but on that?" I asked, looking at his skateboard. "Sure. Just get on," he said simply. I got on, but I didn't know how to hold on. "Hold on," he smiled. Suddenly, he pushed off, causing me to hold on to his shoulders. Everything shot pasted me, blurring my sight. I soon smiled at the speed and fun it was. Soon he stopped at my house, shocking me that he knew where I lived. "Thanks," I smiled. He just smiled and skated off, like nothing happened. I walked into my house to see my father passed out on the couch, not nothing to clean up his mess. "Dammit," I murmur and walk to my room. I fall on my bed, trying to keep as far from my father as possible. I shut my door, hoping that I don't see his dreams. I've had too many dreams for that night. I needed to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
RY! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 One month later I sit in in the car with my friend, Genica. We are heading to school and it is raining cats and dogs. We slowly pass a boy walking by himself. "Wait, wait, stop!" I exclaim, seeing him more clearly. He's the boy that gave me the ride only a month earlier. I roll down my window and look at him, his hair pressed against his face, making it hard to see it. "Hey, need a ride?" I call to him, the car rolling at the same pace of him. He shakes his head no and continues to walk. "Are you sure?" I asked. He nods and keeps walking. I shrug and roll up the window, Gen pushing on the gas pedal lightly, the boy soon leaving my sight. One year later I sit in the library, my head on the table, ready for the first sleeper to dream. And suddenly, it hit me. Everything is black and white, as usual. She runs to catch all the books being thrown at her. I stand near her, watching her. The books thrown at her are piling up. She turns to where I can see her face. Melissa Vernon, freshman. Also, popular and smart. "Help me!" she calls. I look at her, wanting to help, but I don't know how. "How?" I try to ask, but my voice won't work. Soon the books pile up to where she's buried under them. A short dream. Thankfully. I feel someone lightly shaking my. I wait as my sight and hearing comes back. I blink, hearing, "Hey, wake up. Study hall's over. So is school." I look up to see a boy with glasses and dirty blonde hair. "Thanks," I murmur. I stand and walk out of the library. I head home, walking instead of driving. Soon a car slowly stops, the door opening. "Hey, need a lift?" I hear, seeing the boy from earlier. "Yeah, thanks," I smile, getting in the car. He drives in silent, soon arriving at my house. "How do you know where I live?" I ask. "I live down the block. See you," he answers as I get out of the car. "Bye," I say, the car rolling away as he waves. I stand there for a moment, thinking that I know him from somewhere. But where? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Who is this mysterious boy? Is he from the past? Were they old friends? Or is he someone that determines the fate of her future?