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The dream

"John Goode: Remember... Don't inform anyone. We do Not need the police to be involved."

Written in bold black letters, on top of Ava's tye dyed hearted wall screen. "The police!" I urgently thought. I heard the door swing open, quickly I moved out of the way. Ava smiled at me, and she quickly picked up her phone. She incoherently mumbled the odd words to herself. Police. Police. The ominous word rang shrilly through my preoccupied mind. What did they possibly do? I produced Ava an unsuspecting smile, she smiled back. Police... Could I ever look at Ava the same? I walk off, walking back to my house. The leaves crunched beneath my feet, I was so puzzled, don't tell. What could have conceivably happened... I felt myself sigh deeply. They probably bought some fake IDs and got trashed and high. Nothing extremely urgent, It's fine I repeated to myself. I walked home, the brutal sun blaring in my face, my foot was getting sore and I could feel my ankle turning a rose red. I got home, my nervous hands clamped around my cold door knob. I walked upstairs, the floorboards creaked below me. I opened my door. It opened with a loud screech, I sat down. The disordered bed cushioned and dipped in as I sat down.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. It was burning warm. I sought something to undertake, so I clicked on Instagram.' The purple and pink icon captured my attention. I scrolled for a little, the excessive friction warmed up my used finger. I observed something humorous, it merely reminded me so much of Vickie. It was a small golden retriever, in a hoodie, and it had its nose squished through its cage, and was captioned  "escape attempt... 5% complete" I typed 'V.' Nothing, I added an 'I.' Their name still did not come up. I typed furiously up 'Vickie." nothing. I clicked on the contacts app. I anxiously scanned, but I couldn't find it. I desperately looked over the daunting list again, and again. To no avail. That's strange. I shot Hazel a quick text. "Lost Vickie's number, can you send it" I frantically asked. I scarcely laid my phone down as I waited uneasily for a response. I hummed to myself. I started to doze off. I yawn, regretting not getting changed into casual clothes, I lay down reluctantly, my body succumbed to sleep.

A thunderous screech and a shrill scream. Everything goes by so quickly, a blur of enslaved black and violent red. I run frantically, stumbling. Everything is devious and blurry. I trip over my blistered feet. The sparkling blue lake beside me develops a crimson red. The shrill calls of the birds sound menacing and sinister. Everything goes black, it fades in and out. Violent red, black, red, unfortunate black. Like someone is flipping the light switch. There's a relentless pounding, a violent knocking on my grizzled head. I scream but I emit no sound. I run frantically, but my frail body doesn't move.

BEEP. I woke up in a cold sweat. I'm trying to recall my dream, the eeriness persists, and my body is on alert. I quickly glanced around trying to find the source of noise that woke me up. I take a few minutes and a few deep breaths. I see my phone resting on my side table. I extend my hand over and pick up the phone. It's almost 8 in the morning. The text was just Hazel with Vickie's number, I re-added her contact, why did I need it? I can barely remember anymore. I sigh, I pull myself out of bed. My hair was frizzy and tangled. My bruised body felt sweaty, and my hands were clammy. I had the morning breath taste in my sore mouth, and overall felt crusty. I trail my feet to the bathroom, and look in my bathroom mirror, I take the brush and slowly brush out my tangled hair. After brushing for a few uncomfortable minutes, my hair smooths out. The brush flows through my bleach blonde hair, I grab my blue toothbrush. The bristles are twisted uncomfortably and bent awkwardly, I run it under the shallow water. I scarcely apply the toothpaste, the blue swirls swirl around my toothbrush. I quickly brush my teeth. The tooth brush repeatedly applies the paste. I placed my sensitive mouth under the faucet. The raging water quickly rushed into my sensitive mouth, like a waterfall, I swished it around and spit out. I then plunged my face with the glacial water. It shocked me a little, but woke me up. I cleansed my face with a cloth. It repeatedly rubbed off all the dirt and bacteria. I headed back to my closet and grabbed a light colored shirt and ripped jeans.

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I slipped them over my bra and underwear. I headed back to the bathroom and gently applied my makeup. Preferring a more natural look, I correctly applied some consoler, highlights and familiar contours. I softly applied light pink blush. I finished off with a light orange eyeshadow. I tidied my glossy hair out. I promptly put it in a half up and half down bun style. I traditionally used my maroon purple Dyson curling iron, I lightly curled the bottom half, then softly brushed it out to instantly give myself graceful volume and beach waves. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.

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AN HOUR LATER

I was almost ready to leave for my sleepover at 'Feir park'. Vickie was coming over in a few minutes. Her mom is superstitious and would freak out if Vickie went there, so we told her we were sleeping at my house. I allegedly hear the doorbell ring loudly. I rush down, my hands running against the oak banister. I swung the door open, Vickie smiled at me, I smiled back serenely. I gently let her in, the ornate door closed with a shrill screech behind her. I escorted her upstairs. We messed around. I gently let her in, the ornate door closed with a shrill screech behind her. The plastered ceiling of my overheated room is carefully lined with turquoise designs. My shabby carpet carefully matched my velvet covers, and I willingly have a hanging seat. Almost like a hammock that Vickie is swinging around in. She giggles slightly, I gently smile at her.
"I'm so excited!" she says with a beaming grin on her face. She has the prettiest smile anyone could utterly die for.
"Same!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. She jumped up suddenly and spun around. She was wearing washed denim overalls, over a white and back striped shirt.

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We were almost prepared for the thrilling day, so we mounted our bikes. I have a 'Red Hope Hub' bicycle, the brilliant sun gently heated up the convenient handles and they scorched my hands slightly as I gripped them. My dainty feet started to get sore as I peddled, and peddled. The prevailing wind was blowing softly in my rosy face, and my glossy lips would have probably felt overly cold if it wasn't for the warming sun gleaming and sufficiently heating them. Vickie realistically was about 5 feet behind me, panting to keep up. I laughed softly and slowed down, forcing the muscles in my leg to weaken. Vickie and I were naturally going the same pace now. I looked over, her dainty nose was a light pink blush from the fierce cold.