{ I thought I would only post after 10 reads but 8 is a lot for me.Thank you for reading. Here's a little something...}
" You can't get away from me!" Jordan shouted playfully whilst running after me. I ran towards the back door which led to the swimming pool. I was laughing so hard that I was almost out of breath. I stopped near the pool realising that Jordan is somehow no longer on my tail. He's probably up to his tricks again ; I thought.
"I'm not falling for your tricks this time!" I shouted.
Looking up I saw some awfully angry clouds forming. It was even getting dark now; weird.Jordan appeared through the door. He had a cold dark look in his eyes and he wore a sinister grin. A knife that he held with his left hand caught my attention and fear creeped in .
"Jord what's going on?" I asked shakingly with my heart beating a tinge faster.
He just let out an evil laugh that made my ears ache. Fear overtook my whole body and I started walking back as he walked towards me.
"Babe you're scaring me . Please tell me what I did. We can talk about this." I pleaded.
That seemed to infuriate him more as he charged for me. Trying to get away I slipped and fell right into the pool. The water felt heavier than ever as I tried to swim and reach the surface.In reaching the surface I saw my dad. I called out for him to help me but he just stood there as though he couldn't see me. As I was calling out for him whilst barely staying afloat ; a liquid ran down his cheeks from his eyes. It wasn't normal tears because it was red ; blood? The same liquid came out of his mouth. Behind him was my mother and my grandmother. The same ordeal was happening to them. Did Jordan do this to them?I fought to get out of water but I couldn't stay afloat any longer. I felt the water overwhelm me ; pulling me under. I couldn't breathe anymore. I was losing the battle . I was drowning.
"You're all alone. No ones's going to help you " A voice kept chanting.
"Angela!!"
I woke up when someone shook me. I was panting ; taking in as much air as possible. What just happened?
"It was just a dream baby . Don't cry." My grandma said embracing me. I didn't even realise I was crying. It was only when she mentioned it that I realised my cheeks were wet. My heart ached acutely and I was struggling to breath. With the help of my grandmother's soothing caresses I gradually calmed down. It eventually dawned on me that it was all just a dream. Although it felt so real ; I can still feel the water on my skin.°°°
For the fifth time the alarm went off. I reached out for the phone and as I was about to tap on the snooze button my mom came budging in.
" Don't you dare snooze that alarm again!" She shouted.
"Just five more minutes."I said in a sleepy voice.
" You don't have five minutes Angela. You're going to be late for school. "
" What time is it?" I asked hardly awake.
" Seven."
"Oh shit!" I jumped out of bed and fled to the insuite bathroom. One could've sworn I was being chased.
"Language!" My mom shouted after me.After 15 minutes I was all dressed up and ready to go. I had my best comfortable last minute look. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt; both oversized with a pair of white sneakers. My curly natural hair was tied in a messy bun . I never wore make up ; just a bit of lip gloss would do.
I rushed downstairs and everyone was seated for breakfast. My dad as usual was reading the newspaper; the business section.
"Paul put the newspaper down please." My mom pleaded."Look who decided to bless us with her presence." My dad said sarcastically after putting away the newspaper.
Everyone's attention turned to me. I secretly rolled my eyes and faked a smile. I'm not a morning person and well the dream also greatly contributed to my foul mood.
"Morning family! Bye family" I said while grabbing an apple and approaching the door.
"Get back here Angela!" A loud deep voice made me come to a halt as fear engulfed me. Well like me my dad is not a morning person. Which explains how we always quarrel over tiny things almost every morning.
I turned back and stood there all irritated and scared at the same time; if that's even possible.
" Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked without even turning to look at me. I went on to kiss everyone on their cheeks .
"Your husband's got drama ." I whispered to my mom as I kissed her cheek. We shared a furtive laugh. My mood was back to normal I guess. I could never keep it bad for long anyway.
" What was that?" My dad asked suspiciously.
" Nothing. I was just apologising for missing breakfast."After saying my goodbyes I was off. I'm taking a bus to school. Not my preferred ride but I don't have a choice. I can't ride with my dad because of my class timetable; it's inconvenient for him. My beloved parents wouldn't let me move out to be closer to school and provided no specific reason for their resistance. The perfect solution to my dilemma would be a car . I've had numerous futile attempts to get my parents to dig into their pockets and get me a car . They wouldn't even have to dig that deep; but my plea fell on deaf eyes.
I walked out the gate and what I saw was nothing short of a dream come true. My thoughts just came to life. Do I have special powers or something? Why is my favourite car right in front of me with a huge ribbon over it? I closed my eyes then opened them again thinking that maybe I'm hallucinating; but it was still there.
I ran back inside and when I got back in everyone started singing;
"Happy Birthday to you"
I was almost in tears. They remembered my birthday when I had completely forgotten. I can't believe I forgot my own birthday. Wait! They bought me a car?
" Mercedes Benz A45 . It's all yours." My dad said throwing me the keys.
I jumped to him and gave him a hug. I was crying now. How can I be so lucky? My family was the best and I couldn't bare to lose them. My heart ached as my dream came back. I couldn't live to see something like that happen to them. I wouldn't survive it.{ Your votes and comments are highly appreciated. So please don't hesitate. I need your feedback. This was just a tiny bit of introduction to the main character and the people surrounding her. It's just to give you guys a direction as to where the story is leading. Tell me what you think of the first chapter. I promise to post again soon.}
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