The Walkers Trilogy- Book 1- Destinee

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Destinee

Normally all I remember is the white haze and the fog. I could never remember every single step I take. The fog grazed past my face, sending shivers up my spine. If you managed to look past the smoky haze, all you could see was a dense, grey wall... but of fog. The Realm of Dreams, some scary shit. Usually when I fall asleep- like I am now- I manage to slip in to the Realm of Dreams, but on most cases I end up falling asleep. People like me are called Dream Walkers. If we want to get in to someone's dreams, we don't have to ask permission. We just walk in. They can't tell us to get out, either, because from that point on, we control the dreams. Some Dream Walkers prefer to ignore their powers, and for that I resent them.

I sat up in my bed, resting my head against the metal backboard, but nothing felt like reality. The ringing of a phone began to buzz in my ears; groggily, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, have you seen my sister?"

"Wait, uh, whose this?"

"Alex Wilmont. I sit behind you in science..."

Oh my God! How did I forget about him?! The guy I've had a crush on since I was six... who always seems to sit behind my in all of my science classes.

"Oh, uh, hi. Wait- your sister's missing?"

"Yeah, my twin sister. The tall blonde?"

"No... I'm sorry I haven't seen her. But I-"

"Oh. Alright, thanks anyways."  And without further conversation, he hung up the phone.

"Hope you find her..."

I gently placed the phone back on its receiver, even though I had a powerful urge to chuck that thing against the wall. I threw off my floral printed covers and slung my feet over the edge of my bed. The wooden floor was cold to the touch. I uttered a long sigh, pulling myself off of my so-comfy mattress and willed my feet to move to the closet. Mornings were always a drag for me.

 I whipped open the closet doors, pulling out my favorite skinny jeans and my flowing blue top. I slung a belt around the middle of my ensemble, hooking it in the front and placing my rose colored yarn-knit hat on my head. I pulled on my skinny jeans, and pawed through the bottom of my closet for my Uggs, which was useless because I keep everything- including my closet- extremely clean. Of course! I ran down the stairs, grabbing my bag off of the kitchen chair and headed to the front door where I found my tan suede Uggs. I slipped them on, glancing at the clock on my phone. Fuck! 7:00. School starts at 7:11. I fished out the keys to my black 2011 Camaro.

I slid out of the front door, making sure to lock it behind me and made my way to my car; it was very peaceful this morning, the birds were chirping and the sun was just peaking over the horizon. Odd, in Michigan it was almost always cloudy.

I hurried in to the driver's seat, jamming the key into the slot and starting the ignition. A healthy vroom sounded from the engine as I pulled on my aviators and set the car to reverse, heading to school.

                Parking my Camaro in the same exact spot as always -the very back row of the parking lot, next to the rusty lamp post- I stepped out of my car, closing its door with the sole of my boot and took off my shades. A rather large crowd was outside of the school encircling the front stairs. I stuffed my glasses in to my bag and neared the stairs.

"Has anyone seen my sister?!" Yelled a sexy male voice-Don't laugh, I'm a girl! - I saw his blonde head bob up from the crowd as he hopped along the steps with the rest of the football team. The only thing uttered were a series of 'no' and 'sorry' amongst the crowd. But I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him.

Alex Wilmont.

He must've felt my gaze on him. He looked up directly at me and met my eyes.  And in that moment, something connected. I don't know if he felt it, but I sure did. It was like my heart was tugging toward him whenever I glanced at him. He finally broke our gaze, his chartreuse colored eyes gleamed with a hint of hope, skimming the crowd for a moment before he made his way up the steps and into the school. I sighed internally, making my way up the crowded steps of the school and through the double doors as well.

2nd hour science was always a drag, Mr. Renfield only preached to us about the molecular structures of an atom. I absentmindedly doodled in the margins of my notebook, my thoughts askew in my mind as I zoned out from the lecture. Alex seemed pretty desperate to find a lead to his sister... Or at least that's what I picked up from his vibe. I wonder what happened, was she taken? Drunk? Drugged? Why would someone take her? I wonder if I would be able to track her through her dreams... then I'd be like a hero to their family, and more importantly, Alex.

"Mrs. Gilmore." Said Mr. Renfield, his voiced raised a bit higher than usual. I glanced up, his face was stricken and lined as he held his pointer to the board.

"Do you know the answer?"

I read the question he had written extremely sloppily on the board. 'What is krypton's atomic number?'

"Uh... 36?" I guessed, pressing down on my pencil's eraser as I awaited his witty remark.

"... Correct. I suggest you stop zoning out, though." He muttered to me, resuming his lecture. I continued to drift off into my thoughts; I wonder if I'd be able to track his sister... I mean, if they give me one connection to her, then I could track her for sure. Hell, I could probably track her without a lead. But Alex would have to trust me first... if he even knew I existed.

I turned around in my chair, pretending to crack my back; but actually staring straight at Alex's head. It would be so much easier to get to know him if he wasn't popular!

He was staring blankly at his empty notebook, his clean- blonde hair askew over his forehead as he studied the lines printed clearly on the page. I focused on him for only a moment before turning back around in my chair and returning to my doodles. To my surprise, I had drawn Alex's profile almost perfectly. I quickly covered up the drawing, shutting my notebook and packing up my belongings. Alex was right; he does sit behind me in Science.

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