I really needed to clear my mind. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, then look at the time.
It was 1:30 in the morning. Perfect, everyone would be sleeping.
I stood up, fixing my hair slightly in the mirror and putting on a big sweatshirt for warmth.
I opened my window, and climbed out. I always kept a pair of shoes there, because I climbed out my window a lot.
I slipped them on and started walking a across my lawn.
My dads grave was only a few miles from here, I knew the way by heart.
When I got there, it was quiet and foggy as usual.
I walked and sat down in front of the grave that belonged to my father, and stared at the stone.
"Arthur Stellar" it read. "Beloved father and husband."
I always hated that. He was so much more than just a husband or just a father.
I sat in silence for what seemed like hours, just staring.
"You're dads gone too?" A voice cane from behind me.
It was him. It was the boy from my dream. He looked exactly as I remembered him, and he was perfect
I quickly stood, facing him.
"Umm.. Yeah. He's gone." I said quietly.
Was this a dream? Who was this boy?
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Sorry this is really short😬
- Mikayla Dettman
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Flights
Novela JuvenilKamryn Ann Stellar is a 14 year old girl living in Augusta, Maine. On the outside she seems like just your average girl. And maybe she is. Everyone seems to think so, everyone that doesn't know the truth. She escapes in her dreams. She flys away...
