The news starts off the same as always with a happy story usually about something in the area but after that we are straight into all the worst possible things that can happen to a person, just as I'm about to start humming "The Beat is Alive" I see him. The new boy everyone has been talking about. Well I assume he's the new boy as I have never listened to any of my friends descriptions of him but if a boy like that went here I'm sure I would have noticed before. He has the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen. The remind me so much of the ocean that I feel I could jump right into them. It takes me a few minutes to realise that the reason I can see his eyes is that he is looking right at me instead of at the news and has been for quite some time. Sadly I have been staring at him the whole time with my mouth open gawking at him. I quickly shut my mouth and look back at the screen. I sneak a peek down and see he is still looking at me. I hope he looks at the screen soon otherwise he will have to watch this all over again which I don't think any normal person could bear. I peek once more but it seems he has turned back around and is watching the screen intently which sadly closes off my view of his beautiful eyes. At least I can stare at his amazing blonde hair that just seems to have an unnatural glimmer. Weird for a boy right but his does and it just makes him seem like something out of my imagination. This is ridiculous. Since when do I go crazy over a boy I am not Jasmine. Concentrate Rose. Think about "She's Got to Fly" your favourite musical. I keep blindly staring at the screen trying to hum "You Can Do It" but my eyes keep drifting down to the new boy. At this rate I'll have to stay back. I can hear the news people rapping up and am grateful to hear the last bell. I run well walk since we aren't technically allowed to run out of the hall and go straight to my car. It takes me till I'm half way home to realize I've left all my books and backpack at school. I don't even care anymore. The mysteries of my life just keep piling up first I miss 4 hours of my life and now I of all people am interested in a boy. I think I might be getting sick. Which is why as soon as I get home I head upstairs and go straight to bed. For the second night in a row I have a very restless sleep.
Guns fire and weapons fall. Someone screams. I am standing next to a corpse. Its eyes wide with terror. Empty black abysses that try to swallow me. I can't get away. Now I'm falling. Hands try to grab me. And then all I can see is red.
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My Pretend Paradise
RomanceRose's missing hours are a mystery to her. She can't remember anything and the disturbing dreams she keeps having are starting to make her question the Paradise she lives in. Did her mum really leave her and her family? Are the walls that keep every...
