Only In My Dreams

Am I Truly Awake?

CHAPTER THREE(? I think) 

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The light streaming in from the windows floated through my eyelids. What joys I take going from complete blackness in my eyelids to the infiltrating sunlight. I groaned as I tried hiding my face under a pillow. Of which awakened me more. I growled at myself. It was such a stupid dream. Why did I have it? It ment nothing. Will mean nothing. It doesn't mean anything right now either. Ugh. Life can be so confusing.  

I sat up, stretching and yawning. It was about ten in the morning. I've never been a late sleeper. I'm always up before my family. Why was I up later than usual? I swung my feet over the edge of my bed, standing groggily. I scratched my head as I placed my hand on the doorknob and turn my wrist, pulling open the door.  

My feet made no sound as I walked over the padded carpet. I paid no attention to the bleeping sounds of the next lame video game my younger brother was playing. I turned the corner and walked under the door frame into the kitchen. It looked like a big mess. I sighed as I just walked to the firdge. I pulled out my special gallon of milk (no one is allowed to touch it) and drank some from the gallon. I whipped the dribble off of my chin and grabbed a banana off the counter, placing the milk back in the fridge and grabbing a cup. I poured water into it and slid my feet, creating static electricity.  

I turned the corner again to walk back to my room, but almost ran into my little brother, Carter. A little water got on his shirt and looked up at me irritated. Is wanted to cross my arms and glare at him, but it didn't seem like a good idea with the water and banana in my hands. So, I just glared down at him. He decided to cross his arms and tap his foot, waiting for something. I raised an eyebrow and he sighed like figuring it out Was something a first grader could do.  

"Aren't you going to apologize?" he asked, mimicking my facial expression.  

"Why should I?" I asked. "You were the one in my way." 

"As if," he snorted.  

"Get out of here, stinkbag," I said, not wanting to say anything else because he might go and nark on me to mom and dad for language. "I don't have time for you to be in my way." 

"Not until you apologize," he said stubbornly.  

I glared at him, a plan formulating in my devious mind. I stepped up to him and scooted him out if the way, very gently mind you, and walked past. He was seething. I'll bet if we were in one of those older cartoons, like Looney Toons or something, he would have steam pouring out of his ears. I giggled softly at the thought as I walked past my mom. I said a cheery good-morning and stepped into my room again.  

I was going to the ice cream shop a couple streets over with a couple of my best and closest friends. They also had a right to know I was moving, too. From what I heard from my parents talking, we were moving to somewhere called Brooksfeild, Manie or something like that. It's what it sounded like. She sighed as she rumaged through her closet for something adorable to wear.  

I ended up choosing my favorite Hollister shirt and a pair of dark denim capris. The shirt was a dark green and short sleeved. It was practically a tank top the sleves were so short. It had a yellow seagull on the side. The Hollister logo or whatever. A yellow belt hung around my waist and I got out my sparkly yellow platform flipflops. I took a green hair band and walked to my mirror with my brush. I stroked my curls lovingly with the brush until it was wavy. Then, I pulled it back into a high ponytail. My hair was soon smooth and secure in the band, so I put a couple chunky gold an yellow brackets on and my green denim choker.  

Looking at the clock, it said it was almost noon. I laughed to myself. It took me that long? I don't want to think about how long it would've took me with a shower thrown into the mix. The doorbell rang, shaking me out of my thoughts. I slid my feet into the shoes and grabbed the handbag I prepared the night before. It was a wicker woven bag that seemed to fit perfectly on her shoulder. Skye, Hannah, DeLaine, and Bianca stood inside, laughing at a joke that Skye told. DeLaine saw me first and the (very) slight pinkness of her eyes under he make-up told me she already knew. I smiled my thousand-watt smile and pulled DeLaine into a hug.