Murderer Of The Forest

3

Squeals were hear from the twins house at around seven in the morning.

"Nightmare! Swallow your food!"
Dream screamed as Nightmare spit his oatmeal out onto the table.

"Ack!- ew! How much sugar is in this!?" Nightmare hissed as he acted like he was dying.

"I didn't even put that much in this time!" Dream yelled back looking disgusted at Nightmare.

Nightmare rolled his eye, "it would taste way better if you just didn't add any sugar." He said calmly.

"Ew! No!" Dream shook his head back and forth, "you just gotta deal with it."

Taking a paper towel, Nightmare wiped up his mess so the problem could be solved quickly.

Dream didn't even comment on the fact Nightmare cleaned up his own mess for once, he just took out a golden hair tie and put up his hair in a ponytail.

"You should really like brush you're hair or something, Nightmare."
Dream said as he picked up his own bowl of oatmeal and put it in the sink.

Nightmare chose to ignore Dream as he through his paper towel in the trash.

"I wonder if our classmates are kind."
Dream ponders as Nightmare shoves like his novels in his bag.

"Everyone's kind to you, Dream." Nightmare said quietly sliding one of the bags straps over one arm.

Dream mumbled something under his breath Nightmare didn't quite catch.

"We should get going." Dream declared as he fixed the tie on his uniform.

Nightmare stood up from his chair fast, "Coffee shop?" He asked hopeful.

Dream snorted in amusement.

"No, not today, we should get to school early. So we can find our classes."
Dream explained as Nightmare glared at him.

Nightmare knew Dream was right, but he still didn't like it one bit.

****

The two stood in front of the schools gate for a second time.

Nightmare and Dream glanced at each other for a brief moment before both walked different directions than the other to find their first class.

Nightmare glanced at the students passing him, he didn't look any of them
In the face, there was no reason too.

It not like Nightmare would ever need to remember any of them.

The students passing by those pointed and whispered as they passed by Nightmare. Some would make rude comments or gestures. All of the students seemed to stay as far away from Nightmare as they could though.

Unfolding the schedule, Nightmare looked at was at the top of the list.

It was Language arts.

Cool, Nightmare liked that class.

Nightmare had folded the paper containing his schedule and slid it in his pocket in mere moments.

"Ack-" a small short girl squeaked as she ran into Nightmare.

The girl fell right down onto the floor.