Things Can Change In The Blink Of An Eye.(Now in Editing)

Chapter 1: A Dream or A Peak Into The Future?

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My alarm clock blares into my ears. I want to just shut the god forsaken thing off and go back to sleep. Thing is, I can't do that. Especially not to my little brothers. They deserve more than what I got when I was their age. I open my eyes slowly to check the time. 6:30, just two hours until I have to drive Brice and Troy to their first day of kindergarten in this new city.

I lift myself off of the couch I sleep on, then I head to the hall closet or my closet rather. It is small but I make sure it looks bright. I had taken every piece of clothing that Brice, Troy and I had owned when mom was alive when we ran away a year ago, so all my 16 year old t-shirts are all still there. I shudder in disgust at the memory of Hilga, the old and cruel "care"worker at the orphanage the twins and I grew up in from the time that dad was convicted, til that one day that made it all not worth staying there..

I stubbornly push aside the memory because it is still fresh and I know it'll just send me to tears. When we first left the orphanage, the boys would see me cry when things became almost hopeless for us. Like that night in Roanoke, when we had to stop for the night in the middle of a freak blizzard and the manager said all the rooms had been filled and beside that fact, he didn't believe I was 18. We had nowhere to go and I had begun to cry as I came back to the car, thinking I couldn't get them to sleep otherwise and we would most likely freeze to death. All thanks to my stupid idea to run away. Somehow or another, a nice lady saw us and gave us her room key. Apparently she thought they were my sons. She told me she had paid for the night but had gotten an emergency call a few minutes before. Something about a family member or something that got sick.

"Just be out of the room by 9:00 am." she had said " I've already paid dear." Then she had handed me her key and passed me, heading towards her car. I had stared at that key for a minute or so before wiping my eyes and turning around to see if I could catch her. But there was no sign of her. No footprints even in the snow behind me which was weird because I saw her head in that direction.

I change into a light blue t-shirt and white jeggings with my mother's locket round my neck, then I slip on my sandals. Before I even leave the living room, I pop open the little locket and look at the picture of my mother, young and beautiful in her wedding gown, her stomach was slightly big. She was pregnant with me when they married. A smile was on her face like she knew she was about to begin the best thing in the world.

"How wrong she had been in the end" I think to myself bitterly before snapping it closed again. I had seen the ending of my mom's 'fairytale'. I had watched her die as my dad finally sobered up and realized what he had done. Then he had ran. Like the damn coward he was. I had testified against him when they finally caught him. My brothers were sound asleep through that whole ordeal that night. They think both our parents are dead. That's what I've always told them because otherwise they might grow up and try to kill the bastard before he gets out of prison, like I had to restrain myself from doing that first year. I haven't believed in such things like fairytales since then. Though my brothers have asked me time and time again if I do, I lie and tell them that dreams and fairytales are real when really I think they are just another bullshit excuse to tell kids so they don't know the real dangers of the real world.

I tiptoe to the bathroom so I don't wake up the little ones. I lock the door behind me with a click, then begin to brush through my mess of hair, its a strawberry blonde with waves in it. I put on my clear lipgloss and light blue eye shadow which highlights my dark hazel eyes. I unlock the bathroom door as slow as I can, then I open it. I find that I have apparently failed at being quiet because outside of the door was Troy, the youngest of the two. He looks really tired but somewhat awake.

Troy has light green eyes like our mother did, and shares the same red hair as my father although Troy's is much more ginger than anything. He is in his race car pjs and is holding his favorite bronze colored teddy bear, Honey. He reaches out to me,his arms extending out to his sides, and I lift him up into my arms.

"How'd you sleep?" I ask him, nuzzling his cheek against my own affectionately. He rubs his eyes and looks at me with them semi-closed blinking a little.

"Good," He says smiling tiredly "Had a dweam about my fiwst day of school." He then looks me straight in the eye " and anotha one about you."

I tilt my head curiously at him as we walk toward the couch. I sit him down on the couch then tell him to wait a minute. I pop my head into the twin's bedroom to see that Brice is still passed out cold. He has always liked to sleep in longer. Hardly anything can wake him once he passes out. Brice looks almost exactly like Troy except Brice has brown eyes like our father.

I close the door again and walk back to the living room where Troy was reading one of my old childhood books. He sets down the book when he sees me walk up. I sit down next to him as he sists back up.

" Tell me what happened in your dreams," I say, with a small smile "The first dream then the second one ok?"

Troy nods then takes a big breath "Well in my first dweam," He begins "Me and Bwice were both fwiends with evewyone in the class and I was a cool kid even though i was smarter than anyone else."

I smile and hug him "Anyone would be honored to be your friend Troy!" I say "Your smart and sweet. Even girls will want to be your friend."

He looks at me with a look saying he thinks I'm crazy "Bwice says that giwls have cooties though. I don't wanna have cooties!"

I look at him questioningly "Does that mean that I have cooties?"I ask him. He shakes his head "Then no girl has cooties! Brice is full of balogne." I look around carefully "Don't tell him I said that!"

He nods and laughs his childish laugh. I laugh along with him before asking him "So what was your other dream about?"

"Well," he says, putting his pointer finger on his cheek. He does this whenever he thinks really hard. " You met some boy, he was the same age as you. He had brown haiw or was it white yewwow? Maybe both.. And he had big bwue eyes. And you two were getting along vewy well."

I smile, not showing that his words have made my heart go into overtime with fear, and say "Well, that was just a dream. I seriously doubt that something like could ever really happen."

Troy looks at me, worriedly " Does that mean, I won't make any fwiends today then?"

I shake my head "I wasn't lying when I said that anyone would want to be your friend" I hug him tightly "Your a wonderful kid. You won't have to worry about anything. Today is your big day to make friends and have fun! I promise." I look up at the clock. It reads '7:18'. "Why don't you go wake up your brother while I go pick out your first day clothes for the two of you."

He nods with sheer glee and with a wide smile before jumping off the couch, and making a dash for his bedroom. I go over to the closet again as I begin think about Troy's dream in depth. I have had previous boyfriends in the past, all of which had brown or green eyes. But all of them had either turned out to be cheating on me or were abusive after the first date so I would call the whole thing off. Well except... No. Don't think about him again. Plus the whole thing with my dad makes my feelings against boys even more disapproving and scared.

I shake my head to clear it. I grab Troy's white shirt with its gray sweater vest and his light blue jeans . Then I grab Brice's favorite white motorcycle t-shirt and his black jacket with his torn dark blue jeans and his plaid black hat. I lay them out across the couch before grabbing the boys black converse.

I turn on my heels toward their room to call the two out of their room to change, when I heard a incredibly loud "BANG" outside. It sounded like someone had either dropped something heavy or had walked into one of the walls. I hesitate for a moment before heading for the door to check out what had happened in the hall.