What if... I suddenly died?

Chapter 8

  "BEEP!" "BEEP!"

  Anson jumped out of bed thanks to the horrible dream. Sweat drips from his forehead as if that were the droplets stained from the ocean. He strangled so hard to survive, let alone to save the girl Allie. 

  He looked around, finding himself back on his comfy bed of his, lying with his pillow and blanket being knocked down onto the floor. His untidy pajamas were folded up and his head with messy like he had gelled that in the wrong way. His bangs had his eyes covered up, blocking his sight to see the whole messy room.

  "BEEP!" "BEEP!"

  The sound had completely woken him up. He stared at the reflection in the mirror, which was in front of his bed. That was the first thing he could see every day is his perfect reflection, under the morning rays shining from the window, landing right on the mirror. 

  The whole thing about the Allie and him drowning was all a dream. All just a fantasized thought. A dream, a nightmare... The fact that Allie appeared in his dreams was totally a hint for him about that was not from a real life. Allie had been missing for days, almost weeks now, and there was no sign of her till now, and there's no way he could have seen her. Unless that was in his dreams, for twice in a row.

  Annoyed by the sound of the noise from the stupid alarm, he immediately banged it off with his heavy fists that it had been then knocked onto the ground. Anson grumpily pulled the clock from the floor and wiped the loosened sky blue thread from his gigantic carpet that had stuck at the lenses of the mordern alarm.

  '7:49 a.m.'

  "Darn it!" Anson hushed as he glanced one look at the clock. He was late for school, for sure. It starts at 8am but he was totally unprepared. He haven't changed his clothes, ate breakfast, or washed himself. What about the walk to school? It costs him 10 minutes, even though using a speed of a fast runner. Anson should be glad that his legs were born long enough to run at a faster pace. He immediately hopped out of bed and pulled the uniform laying on the couch of the side of the room and pulled them on, despite how messy he had looked. His hair uncombed, still had the messy one after his sleep. But he didn't bother to ever care about how he looked, meeting the school punctually was the basic target of his goal.

  He scampers down the kitchen, pulled his leftover dinner and scooped it up into the lunchbox tray, fishing the old lunchbox and replaced with a new one. Anson scrambles for a loaf of bread in from the kitchen counter and started jogging back towards the door entrance, placing his feet into his shoes, rushing out to the doorstep.

  'Gee, thanks for the stupid dream!' Anson thought angrily as he shut the door frantically. If not he had the dream, he wouldn't be drained for days, and he wouldn't sleep till late at morning which would have made him miss school. He could have start off his day with having himself washing up and getting dressed while playing the low jazz music in the background to make himself happy. Then, he could have just laid back on the couch of the living room with his breakfast of toast with jams mixed of strawberries and blueberries. He could add himself another cup of milk along with the whole set of breakfast. With the television on, he settles down and slurps his drink while dipping some of the bread in his milk. Everything was slow, relax and comfortable. Afterwards, he could just meet up with his guy gangs and meet at the fountain at the main road which was just a street away from school and get to go together, talking, chatting and playing jokes.

  And his daily routine was gone thanks to a girl from class.

  But there wasn't time for him to gratefully 'thank' her. He glanced at his watch again. It was 7:55am. And there was 5 minutes left for him to run the long straight path till the main road, and then to school, which was another 5 minute walk. And if he didn't cherist the time left and continue to focus onto his watch, he would be late and filed a warning letter.