London's POV:
I grab a handful of chocolates, stuffing them into my mouth. Yum! I look around, taking in my surroundings. Candies and chocolates and sugar snacks fill my vision.
Where do I start?
I run around a large ice cream cone tree, coming to find a river of soft milk chocolate. I hop on an ice cream sandwich floating on the creamy surface.
'This must be what heaven looks like' is the only thought that runs through my mind and I scoop up some warm chocolate from the river and drink it.
The atmosphere of the delicious paradise soon goes from happy and cheerful to dark and cloudy. Blue raspberry clouds fill the sky, immediately making everything dim.
"London!" A voice booms from above "London! You need to listen to me!"
The voice continues getting louder and louder... I don't really know what's happening. All of a sudden I am being thrown around, hitting many things until I am finally thrown onto a giant marshmallow.
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I wake with a start, shooting out of bed. I had the same dream as yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that... I think you catch my drift. I glance over at my maid who is looking at me with a concerned look on her face.
"Are you okay? You were thrashing around in your bed! Did you have another dream related to the accident?" She says 'accident' so quietly it's like she's afraid it'll hurt me. I nod but give her a reassuring smile, my throat too tight to talk. She rubs my arm softly and walks out, giving me time to get ready.
Shit! It's already 6:20 I have to get ready.
I pull out my undergarments and my uniform which consists of a short green kilt and a white blouse. Taking my hair out of my ponytail, I begin straightening it to perfection. I pull out my make up bag, putting on some mascara and cover up my blemishes with concealer. And yeah, I wear make up. I want to look presentable so I like to put a little on, but not enough to drown myself.
"London!" My maid, Linda, hollers once again. I grab my black ballet flats and black knee socks. My school is so original, I know. I speed downstairs and scarf down some eggs and coffee, throwing on my shoes and socks.
"Woah, woah slow down! You might end up eating the plate!" My twin brother, Mason, teases. I scowl at him, finishing my last bite.
"Let's go! Let's go!" Linda yells, hitting us softly with the newspaper "wouldn't want to be late on the last day of your senior year!"
"Tell me again why we had to move the summer before senior year? Why couldn't we stay in New York?" I complain quietly, hoping Linda didn't hear. Unfortunately, she did.
"Because! You're parents got a new job here in Las Vegas that they couldn't say no to!" Linda finishes our lunches, putting them in our bags "and besides we needed a new start!"
I knew she was talking about the accident, it was obvious. I hated that I was constantly reminded of the stupid accident that occurred last year. Even when no one was talking about it, the terrible night still somehow popped into my mind.
"It wouldn't even matter since they're never here.." Mason huffs, unhappy. That is true, our parents never come home when we're awake. The last time I spoke to them was two weeks ago on a skype call for 10 minutes. Right now they're in Tokyo working on business.
I sigh, grabbing my bag and head towards the door.
"Not so fast!" Linda pulls us into a hug "go get 'em tiger!"
I laugh and walk towards Mason's car. I have my own but it's much easier to only take one. My brother hops in and starts the car, the ignition causing the car to lightly shake. He pulls out of our long driveway and begins the boring car ride to our new school.
I will only get into a car with my brother after what happened last year. I don't trust anyone but him. Even though I 100% trust him, I can never shake the uneasiness I feel whenever a car is in motion.
I glance at him, his jaw tight and his eyes focused. It almost as though he was nervous. My brother might seem tough and mean, but he's really a big softie. Ever since the incident last year, he has been very protective of me. He gives me a soft smile as we turn into the parking lot of school. He parks and unbuckles, giving me a fistpump. I laugh and climb out, taking in my new surroundings. We begin to walk towards the giant school, gaining many stares.
I look so odd next to Mason. He's very tall, 6'2" with brunette and bright blue eyes. I, on the other hand, am very very short. About 5'2". I share the same hair as my brother but my eyes are dark brown. Mason adjusts his tie as we walk inside. We go straight for the office.
"Mason and London Smith," Mason speaks for me. The lady working the front desk nods and hands us our schedules and a map of the school. Her greying hair is slicked back into a bun and her smile seems forced.
"Okay, here are your schedules and map of the school! Hope you like our school!" She forges happiness. I already feel uncomfortable.
"Uh... Thanks," Mason says, noticing the lady's fakeness. She nods and we walk off, looking for our lockers.
698,699,700
701!
I open up my locker and stuff my backpack in. Oh shit I don't know what to bring to my first period... I just grab a notebook and a pen, heading to my first period. Health
The bell rings and teenagers flood into the halls. I shut my locker, quietly saying goodbye to Mason. I'm not one to talk too much, even before last year I was very quiet. Mason and Linda become concerned when I don't talk too much. I hate to worry them.
I head to health. sitting at a random seat. The late bell rings and students file in.
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