Authors note!
Dear readers, this is my first, and I mean like fracking first piece of writing I have ever published! So bear with me, I hope it gets better as we go along. I love comment and feed back, and would love it if you do so! (: Thanks! And goodnight!
"Get away from me!" I said turning away from the hand that was outstretched towards me. There was a light surrounding us. I couldn't see a thing.
"I'm not going to hurt you" exclaimed a deep male voice that came from the hand. My eyes were adjusting to the light slowly. I looked up from his hand, having to squint to see anything above his shoulder. My eyes adjusted to the bright blue light more that was surrounding me and this man and I was starting to notice things, small details about this man who was holding his hand out to me. Details like his eyes, they were dark brown full of concern, and had hurt in them. He had a pained look on his face, almost like he was upset that he thought he would hurt me. The dark hair that was surrounding his face was messed, and a slight brezze went though his hair.
"I don't know you..." I felt the words slip out of my mouth slowly and quietly.
"But I know you! I've seen you before! Just, please take my hand, come with me!" He pleaded. This time louder with more anxiety setting into his voice. I wanted to take his hand and run away. I have never met this man before, but the pleading in his voice and the concern made me feel like it was okay. I could run away with him. I looked up at this face to see if I could recognize it at all. But his face seemed new to me. Id never seen it before. His face looked like it got a lot of sun, and still showed the same anxiety and concern. The blue light that was surrounding us got brighter, and a loud shrill noise was now coming from it too. Just as I reached for his hand and our fingertips touched, the brezze turned into a gust and the air was cold and strong.
White and green flashed before my eyes and I felt like I was falling. I Hit the ground with a loud bang and felt the cool hard wood on my ribs. That loud shrill sound was still there, and that was when I realized that the loud shrill beeping sound was my alarm clock going off, and the flash of white and green were my walls as I was falling off the bed. Great way to srart the morning! I hit my alarm clock with my pillow that I took down with me when I fell and stuck my tongue out at my alarm clock and climbed back into bed. Hoping, that I would dream about this man, this beautiful man who looked at me with such concern again. I just started to close my eyes when I looked at the time. It was 8:15 am and my first class started at 8:30. Shit.
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"Moooooooommmmmmm! Where are my tights?!" I screamed running down my stairs with my tank top, my dads over sized red plaid shirt and my leather jacket in hand, while brushing my teeth at the same time. I was still wearing my pj shorts. I'm pretty sure I can do my make up and drive at the same time. Hopefully. I think. Oh gosh. I got up to the fridge and put my tooth brush on the counter behind groping for a glass so I could rinse my mouth. A note with my moms hand writing was taped to the fridge,
"Dear Desideria,
Took the late night shift last night and wont be home till noon today. Your tights are on the kitchen table and your car keys are at the back door. Love you! Please, try not to be late to school this morning.
Love, Mom."
Great, well, maybe I can sweet talk the secretary from calling my mom with another late notice.
I quickly changed in the kitchen and finished brushing teeth and ran my fingers though my hair one last time. I grabbed my favourite perfume and ran out the door. I quickly got into my little truck and checked myself out in the side mirror. Damn. I looked hot. I had on my basic black tights, red and black plaid shirt, black tank top underneath and black leather jacket over top. I had on my red converse and my hip length dark brown almost black hair was down and straight. My deep brown leather purse was at my side along with my make up case. I hoped in the car, turned the ignition and quickly backed out of the drive way. I flipped the radio station onto classic rock, turned it up and sped off to school. Me and speed limits have a on again and off again relationship, and at this moment, we were broken up.
While I was driving, my mind was on other things than the road... Which would explain the two stop signs I ran back there, and the dirty look I got from the very professional lady I cut off there while putting on my smokey red lipstick.
Oops?
All I could think about this morning was the man I had that dream about. Where did he want me to go? What was that blue light? Why was he so damn beautiful!?
I pulled into my parking space, screaming the last few lyrics to "High-way to Hell" when I looked up to see my principle standing at the very front of my parking space, taping his foot in time to "High-way to Hell".
Shit.
I parked the car and just kind of stared at him. My principal is a pretty young guy, his first year of being a high school principal actually. Did I sure give him a run for his money this year. Not only in the first week of school he labelled me a "Chronic Skipper" but I was also kicked out of every single class I had that week. My reasoning?
"I just can get enough of you Rory Baby!"
I also only call him by his first name. I think its much better that we know each other on a first name basis considering I'm in his office all the time. Rory is about 6'3', and has light blond hair with green eyes. His is a skinny rail of a man and likes his coffee black. He is a pretty nice guy when your on his good side, but, lets be honest here. I'm not exactly on his "good" side.
After almost a whole semester of missing class, always being late, and getting kicked out of class for asking the teacher if the world of science ever gets any better most likely wont get you on your principals "good"side. After about a good five minutes of us just staring at each other I should probably get out of the truck. I put in one ear bud, turned up the music on my iPod and took out my blackberry to see who texted me. I got out of the truck and started my way up to school. As I passed Rory, he yanked out the one ear bud I had in.
And so it begins.
"Rory. That, was rude." I said in a playful tone as I turned around to face him.
"Desideria, your late. Again." he answered in a equally playful tone.
"Well, Rory, sweetie, I cant be superwoman." I said, putting my ear bud back in and starting to turn around. Rory was starting to say something again but at this point all I wanted was to go to my locker. I waved my hand to Rory and I walked quickly and quietly to my first period class. He grabed my shoulder in a weak attempt to stop me but I just shook him off. My phone buzzed and lit up with a new text message,
"Desideria, your late. Come to the locker ASAP."
My best friend, always watching out for me and keeping anoying tabs on me I guess had checked with the office to see if I had made it to first period. We also share a locker. I slipped my phone into my bra and started my way towards the locker.
"Hey!" I exclaimed wrapping my arms around my best friend, smelling her hair and squeezing tightly around her waist. Shes a good five inches taller than me, her being 5'9' and me being about 5'3'. I may be short, but I make up for the height with my attitude.
"Desideria Ladonna! Your late!" she said laughing and squeezing back.
"Karisa Cosmia! Your... Uh, why are you out of class?" I said letting go, getting somewhat serious.
On a scale of one to ten, ten being a extreme keener, Karisa is a eleven.
"Field trip to the Renaissance exhibit at the museum. Wanna join?" she replied, a smile starting to spread across her face.
"Of course my love!" the same goofy smile spreading across my face.
"Hey, is that your dads shirt?"
"Yup."
"You feeling okay?"
"Yup."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Nope."
"You sure?"
"Yup"
"Then lets go get our Renaissance on girl!" She said linking her arm thought mine.
My dad died about a year ago this time. The truck I drive, was his and this shirt I'm wearing is his too. I miss him a lot. Karisa wants me to talk about it all the time but, that's just something I can't do. I don't want to and It makes me feel sad. So I don't. I linked my arm around hers and we started walking down the hall together.
