In Your Dreams

Chapter 1

The alarm blared into my left ear drum, as the blaring sound bounced off walls inside my head, my body reacted in shoving the pillows over my ears to block out as much as I could of the noise. My hand slammed onto the alarm, shutting off the sound, and quietness slowly settled back in. The melodic singing of the birds chirping outside my window filled the empty air.                                               
      I sighed out, and slid up to my elbow and perched myself upwards on them. Refocusing my eyes around my room, as the light peaking through the blinds wasn't enough to tell me it was morning, my mom shoving the door open with her foot, and balancing it on her hip and the dirty glare of "get out of bed now" definitely did.
I scrambled out of bed, as stress settled in and the nerves of junior year filled my mind. My hands moved quickly through my closet, as they glided over many shirt and pant hangers, trying to find the perfect statement outfit for my first day.
      Finally, my hand skimmed to my favorite lavender colored long-sleeve sweater, and perfectly underneath laid my favorite pair of American Eagle medium washed jeans. I slid into my clothes, and yanked on my mismatched socks and my black converse. Quickly snatching my backpack from under my dark chestnut colored desk, and I bounced out the room and down the stairs. Stopping into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and making my way to the kitchen. My mom's voice filled the entire kitchen, as it echoed off the tall ceilings, and bounced back at me as if I was right next to her.
My mom stood there mixing pancake mix into her favorite blue mixing bowl, that my grandma handmade her, it meant a lot to my mother as my grandma was no longer here. Sadly. She moved herself to the stove, as she poured mini circles onto the griddle, and I noticed the black land line phone glued to her ear. I knew from the loudness of her voice, she was talking to my brother, and I knew excitement laced every word that spilled out of her heart shaped lips.
Aaron, my brother, was moving back home from his private school, and transferring to my school. He wanted to be more close to home after my grandma passed away. My dad left us a couple years ago, and I knew it put a lot of pressure on my brother to be the man of the house. He was bringing a friend home with him as well, and they were planning on coming over for dinner later on. My brother and his friend, already got apartments for themselves since they were both 18, and I would assume they would want their own privacy moving back from the beautiful North Carolina coast, and moving into a small city in Virginia.
I snatched an apple off of the counter bowl, that was filled with many sorts of fruits, and I danced my way out of the kitchen. Pushing myself onto the couch, that pressed against the window, with the most perfect view as I waited for my best friend to pull in.
Tires screeched to a halt in my driveway, with eyes shut close from the noise, I slowly opened them to find my best friend, Skyler, staring back at me with big eyes, and a smile of "sorry" lacing it. A small giggle left my chest, and I pushed myself off the couch and towards the door.
"Heading to school, Mom! I'll see you later! I love you!" I shouted just enough for her to hear, and I watched her small body fill the kitchen doorway, with the landline phone still glued to her ear, and she lifted her hand and formed the "I love you" sign, and smiled at me. I quickly gave her a small side hug, and hurriedly out to my best friend.
Skyler had her music bumping, and she was dancing in her sit. I held back the laughter that laced my tongue. I threw my book bag into the back seat of her car, as I pulled my seatbelt on, and turned to face her. She held out her aux cord, and I gladly took it. Skimming through songs on my black iPhone 12 mini, and gave Skyler a look, and she knew.
The 1975 blared through the car, as my hand made waves into the wind, out of the car window. The nerves and stress felt lifted off me, at least for the car ride. Once we reached the sign,
"Morrison High School"
The fear slowly crept back into my system. Skyler parked the car, and we made eye contact. I tried to give her my best "we got this" smile, but I think I failed at it. I didn't feel better, and I know she wasn't looking any better as well.
"Thank you for the ride. I can't believe we are juniors. That's means we are halfway done." I stated with a small ounce of hope lacing each word, as encouragement to Skyler and me.
"You aren't wrong, but this is the hardest year. We have SATs, and these grades matter the most. I'm not sure if we are going to make this out alive." Skyler stated as her hands clasped her cheeks, and shifting her mouth into an "o" shape.
I made the same face, and we both bursted out into a small fit of laughter. Pushing away the fear and anxiety of this year, and filling it with love and joy.
Skyler and I entered the school, pushing our hands against the glass doors, leaving white smudges from the heat of our palms on the ice cold doors. We linked our arms together, so the crowd around us wouldn't engulf us, and also that we wouldn't lose each other. Shoulders bumped into us, and pushing us around as Seniors used their seniority on us.
One of the Seniors, slammed hard into Skyler making me lose grip on her arm. Snapping around to find her in the crowd of a million students. I smacked right into a guy's chest, thumping down onto the hard cold cement floor, and the pain that shot from my butt made it known that this event just happened. My face lit up like Rudolph's bright red nose. Pushing the embarrassment done, my eyes finally connected to the guy's face. He looked about 17-18, he had dark brown chestnut hair, slightly tan skin, just a couple inches above 6ft, his black tee clung to his body as if it couldn't breathe, and he wore dark washed jeans that hung on his hips perfectly. His dark brown eyes stared down on me, as if he was angry at me or he was disgusted with me, before I could ask he stepped around me, and walked away.
I couldn't even utter a "sorry" or "I didn't see you" or anything to aid the feeling of embarrassment and guilt that laced my whole body. I watched him walk away, and it felt as if I was in slow motion scene and the guilt just got tighter around my throat.
Snapping out of my thoughts, as the bell rung its 2nd chime, panic rushed through me as I scrambled off the ground and towards my first class. Trying to push the guilt, and embarrassment as far down as I could get it. The only thought racing through my mind, as I entered my first class, was why didn't he wait for me to say something and why was he so angry at me? It was an accident, as I slammed down in my sit, and sitting right next to me, was him. Well damn. Great start to the year, as I slammed my hand to my face, and coward behind my notebook.