Reasons I Can't Say (On Hold)

Chapter 1. Everything at it's proper places.

I opened my eyes; scared of what I might see. It was only a dream. It was just a stinking dream. I repeated in my head. There was no Lucy. I looked up, stared at nothing for a minute. I felt like an idiot to calming myself down, it was just a dream. I looked out the window and it was still twilight. The sky was still a dark blue with the stars sparkling, like a décor. The stars twirled with the night sky, beautiful. I checked the time and it was only 2:00 a.m. I couldn't get back to to sleep right away, so I decided to read Breaking Dawn. I was already at page 168, I felt my eyes get heavy. My thoughts preoccupied with vampires and werewolves. I checked the time. It was 4:11a.m.  I closed my eyes and fell right back to sleep.

I woke up with the sound of my alarm clock. I remembered Rebecca Black's Friday. I laughed to myself. Well this is really weird. Waking up on a Friday morning at 7:00a.m. and remembering that song.

"It's friday, friday, gotta get down on friday!" I sang at the top of my lungs. I almost forgot about what I dreamt of. Then I heard my sister talking about Lucy Hale. Lucy. Oh crap. Lucy. Lucy the woman who killed me in my dreams. I don't know why, but I think my brain has a glitch or something because every time I hear words that connect to something, I really do connect them. From one topic, to another. Seriously, it's annoying.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a girl who has piercing blue eyes, cream toned complexion, and brunette hair. I realized I should get going and forget about the dream and not let it ruin my day.

I took a shower, the warm water calming me down. Relaxing the tension in my muscles I let my mind drift away. I stepped out of my shower. Whoa. I didn't realize my sister Nicole had put too much stuff on my bathroom counter. Eek. It was too girly and too french.

"Typical Nicole" I smiled to myself. Nicole is 19. I'm 17. She has Brunette hair, slightly darker than mine. Her eyes were grey. Let's just say she's more into the girly stuff than I am.

I walked to my walk-in closet, I picked out something nice to wear, it was Friday anyway. I already got used to dressing nicely, since my mom was the fashion editor of Vogue and Teen Vogue. I chose a sleeveless white top, a floral skirt which ended at my knee, a black belt, black flats and some necklaces.

I headed downstairs. My mom was at the dining table, with Nicole and my dad.

"Good morning Mom, Dad, Nicole." I greeted them happily

"Good morning Sweetie." My Dad said grinning

"Why Alli, don't you look astonishing?" My mom complimented my outfit.

"Thanks Mom, where do you think I got it from? You of Course!" I kissed her cheek.

"Umm.. Nicole, I sort of broke your iPad when I was on a plane to New York...I sat on it. I'm really sorry."

"You did what?" Uh-oh, Nicole got angry. Really angry. And she doesn't get angry easily. I could see her face turn a shade of red, her eyebrows furrowing and her forehead creasing.

"I-I-I'll give you mine instead!" I said apologetically. I couldn't think of a way to make it up to her.

"When?" She said, her face returning  to normal

"You can get it in my room." I was so relieved she gave in.

"Oh, I gotta go. Don't wanna be late!" I kissed them goodbye and drove to my school.

I pulled my car in the parking lot, the people glanced as I did. I drove a Maserati Grancabrio Sport in silver. I thought having this kind of car was unnecessary, but my Dad insisted on it anyways. I went out and spotted my best friends.

"Alli!" I heard Alex call. She's really pretty. She has blond hair and blue eyes lighter than I have. She was a bit shorter than I am. Well, actually they all are shorter than me. I'm 5"7. She rushed towards me and hugged me, like she's never seen me before. She was the sweetest one.