A Daydream Away

Chapter 1: Electric Happenings

Nelly^^^

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"Hey dad, guess what?"

"What, honey?"

"I turn 18 in two days." I told my father excitedly. Of course he knows, but I just needed to say it out loud.

He frowned for a second before saying sarcastically, "I know honey. It's not like your mother didn't break my hand by holding it so hard on that early morning of March 3rd."

"I hate that story, dad." I told him with a laugh. He has told it to me so many times. I think that's how he copes with my mother's death ten years ago, which is to just think of the happy memories, not the sad ones. She had gotten in a bad car accident down by the outskirts of town, so she wasn't found for a few hours and by that time she was gone. I miss her a lot. She used to sing ABBA's "Dancing Queen" with me and dance all around the house.

My dad chuckled while making pancakes for himself and I. I'm an only child, so it's just been my dad and I for eleven years. He has a really nice paying job down at Town Hall, so we have a really nice house for the two of us and our three cats.

Just then one of our cats, and also my favorite, Felix, jumped into my lap begging for food. I hopped down from my stool and went over to put food in Felix, Manny, and Bella's bowls.

I was suddenly reminded of the very strange dream I had last night. A black car drove through my neighborhood at a less than appropriate speed. It slammed into my mailbox while just narrowly missing my best friend's sedan. The driver seemed to fumble with the gear shift for a moment and then drove off in a whir. Why I had this dream I couldn't tell you. For as long as I can remember I have been having dreams like these and somehow or another they come true the next day. I never really thought much of it. 

"Pancakes are ready, my dear." My dad told me putting two of his world-famous, huge pancakes that I love every dreadful Monday morning on a plate for me. I ate my pancakes and went upstairs to brush my teeth. My dad shouted that my best friend, Stella, was outside to pick me up.

When I walked outside, a car was driving really fast through our neighborhood and into my mailbox. The driver backed up and fled the scene. I got that strange feeling again where I feel like I've seen that happen before. But how? That has never happened before.

My dad heard the crash and came running out of the house to see what happened. The person who slammed into our mailbox sped away carelessly leaving the severed mailbox on the ground. "Well, that's just great." My dad sighed with his hands on his hips. "Just go on to school, Nelly. I'll go and get a new one later today."

I walked over to Stella's blue sedan and hopped into the shotgun seat while throwing my bag in the backseat of the car. Stella had some basic pop music playing with the sunroof down because it was thankfully quite warm today despite it being March.

"Well, that was a sight to see on a Monday." Stella told me once we were on our way to school. I live about ten minutes from our high school so the drive wasn't too long.

I just gave her a shrug and watched the tall buildings go by as we drove through the city. For some reason, I'm not as excited for my birthday as I usually am each year. I just have a weird feeling that bad things may happen, but I'm probably just being weird.

"So, I got your present yesterday." Stella told me with a smile, breaking the silence.

"Come on Stella. I told you not to get me anything!" I told her with an exasperated look. She always goes all out on my birthday and spends a lot of money on me.

"Girl, you are turning 18. This is huge. You're almost an adult. And also, I am your best friend. I love you and would buy Mt. Everest for you if I could and had the money." She said jokingly.