a lot of questions run through my brain as i try to process everything.
the dream was so vivid. i remember so much. his face, his eyes, his hair.
who was he?
he had to be a face i've seen before, i've read an article on the study of dreams. you can't just make up new faces like that.
the questions attack my brain all at once, i'm so confused and dazed sitting in my bed.
my mom's voice rings in my ears again, "c'mon, get up!"
i sigh and roll out of bed. i begrudgingly trudge to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and hair.
i yawn and stretch my limbs, before heading over to my dressers, finding an outfit i could wear.
"mom?" i ask.
"yes, dear?"
"how cold is it outside?"
"news said it'd be 51° outside today."
i nod my head and go back to finding my outfit.
after a while of rummaging through my dresser i decide,
it's been a while since i've worn a dress. some variety in my outfits would be nice.
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hopefully my legs don't get too cold.
i check my watch, 7:23.
school starts at 7:30.
crap.
"uh, mom, can i take your car?" i asked, already taking her keys from the dining table without a second thought.
"yeah-"
as soon as the word leaves her mouth i'm out the door, starting the grey 1999 honda civic and driving off. i'm careful not to speed.
i pull into the school's parking lot, hurriedly getting my stuff and walking through the front entrance.
i pull the papers out i had in my book bag. i've always hated a change in routine, what if i'm in the wrong place?
i feel my heart speed like crazy as i look down at the paper.
room 104, mrs. barkley.
i look down at the map provided on the paper and begin my way to the classroom.
i'm greeted by the teacher, and a few students who smile at me. everyone else either giving me a nasty look or just being indifferent.
i sit down at my desk, staring down at it.
before i know it, the class ends as quickly as i got in there.
i get up from my desk, staring down at my feet as i walked aimlessly around the halls.
i continued walking until i felt a tap on my shoulder.
"you're the new girl, right?" a pretty girl with bottle blonde hair says.
i nod my head, mumbling a small 'yeah'.
"well, my friends and i are throwing a party tonight, you're invited." she said with a grin.
"okay." i say flatly. she shoves a paper in my hand and walks off.
this feels like the beginning of a really bad teen comedy movie. i've never been to any parties, i've never been invited to any.
but, maybe things are different here, people might be nicer. who knows.
i look down at the slightly crumpled up paper in my hands, it has an address, a time, and a name on it.
'- from lindsay bader xoxo'
i'm guessing that was the name of the girl who gave it to me.
i look up and around me to see if anyone else had gotten an invitation.
and yeah, they have.
the day goes by within the blink of an eye, and i'm already driving home.
i pull into the driveway of my house, and get out of the car, making sure to lock the doors.
i enter through the front door. mom's not home. she must've taken my car to work.
i go up to my room, looking down at the piece of paper i received today.
'127 mulberry drive, 6:30 pm'
i study the note, analyzing it's legitimacy.
it seems good enough, i mean, if other people got it, then it's not just some prank.
still, my main issue is, what do i wear? i can just look in some teen magazines, it's fine.
i pull out an issue of '16 magazine' from under my bed, flipping through it.
i let out an audible groan, "ugh."
whatever, just wear something casual. don't dress up too much, greg.
wear something normal, be normal. act like you're a frequent party goer.
i walk over to my dresser, rummaging through heaps of clothing.
a dark purple, lace dress catches my attention.
hopefully i don't look stupid wearing it. i've been told i look like a twelve-year old boy. ouch.
it's okay though, it's not like i'm gonna talk to anyone, and no one's gonna approach me. i'll just sit in a corner. it's fine.
i looked at my watch, 5:56.
i should probably get ready now.
it's not like i'm gonna put on any fancy makeup so it won't take me too long to get ready. i slip on the dress, brush my hair out and i'm ready to go.
by the time i leave the house it's already 6:10
mulberry drive.
i remember seeing it somewhere on the drive here.
after a few long minutes of driving around, i find said house.
it wasn't too difficult, there were already a ton of people, cars parked outside of the house and in the driveway, and there were people outside on the lawn, already drunk somehow.
i parked somewhere it wasn't crowded.
upon entering the house, the overbearing smell of alcohol and tobacco filled my nose.
the house itself was pretty big, although there was a crap ton of people so it was pretty crowded inside.
i glanced around at my surroundings. people were either drinking, smoking, making out or all of the above.
i'm not hating on anyone or anything, they can have there fun, but maybe it's a good thing i don't go to parties.
i make my way through crowds of people, making sure not to bump into anyone. as i'm walking, the face of that guy from my dream haunts me.
his white-blonde hair, his ice blue eyes, and his pale skin. it irks me that i don't know who he is, it picks at me like a brain eating amoeba. whoever he is, i need to find him.
