My Life With The Willingham Players (Under construction)

Chapter 6

I was sitting in the living room in the Willingham mansion, bored to death, running through different TV channels in search for something interesting to watch. True, it was five in the morning, but I couldn't sleep. I dreamed about my parents again. It actually kept happening to me the last few days. In every dream they would call me to come with them, and when I'd finally give in, I would wake up. I shifted on the sofa, making myself comfortable.

"Why the hell are you awake in this ungodly hour?" Joshua asked as he approached the sofa. I jumped from it, startled, almost falling off of it in the process. I glared at him, only to find him laughing his ass off.

"Well, why the hell are you awake in this ungodly hour?"

"Ah, but I asked first", he said, waving his index finger in front of me. I slapped his hand, getting up from the sofa.

"I couldn't sleep. Your turn", I said crossing my arms.

"I had this weird craving for Oreo's. Why couldn't you sleep?"

"It's none of your business."

"But you're my sister now! I have to know everything", he whined.

"Oh, but I don't care", I replied in the same tone. "And, come on, that's just creepy."

"You're no fun", Joshua said, shrugging. He turned around, and headed towards the kitchen to get some Oreo's. I lay back onto the sofa, grabbing the TV remote when I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I turned around, thinking it was Joshua, but I was surprised to see little Harry standing on the stairs, clutching his blanket onto his chest.

"Hey, Harry", I said gently, standing up from my seat so I could pick him up in my arms. When I was close enough to him I saw his soft cheeks were wet. I kneeled in front of him. "Oh, buddy, what's wrong?" I asked, spreading my arms so I could hug him. He walked towards me, hugging me with his small arms.

"I had a nightmare", he said, sniffing.

"Oh, sweetie..." I started, but Joshua cut me off.

"It was just a bad dream, bud. Come on, let's get you back to bed", he said, picking Harry up and throwing him around like a plane, while heading towards his room. "You have to sleep so you can be big and strong. Something like me," he said and turned around to wink at me, which only earned him an eye roll from my side.

I smiled at Harry's cute laugh as I walked towards my own room. I was starting to get used to the Willingham's mansion. Last time I got lost I had to call Liz to find me, but that was the last time it happened. That also may be because after that I used only bedroom-living room-bedroom route.

Once I was in my room I unplugged my phone from the charger and checked the time. It was 5.27, Friday morning. Just one more day of school and then – weekend. Usually I would be happier about it, but this Saturday is the party, and I couldn't make Joshua let me not go. I believe there was a threat. I think it went along these lines: 'You don't want to go to the party? Okay...Did you know there are certain things you can do with hairspray, Nair and superglue, and, sooner or later, you've got to sleep. So the decision is yours to make.' Yeah, so, in order to save my hair, I had to agree to go to the party, much to my dismay.

As much as I wanted to continue wallowing in my self-pity, I decided that getting ready for school would probably be a much better way of spending time. I walked into the bathroom, which was thankfully empty, grabbed my strengthener and returned to my room. I figured I wouldn't need anything else as I already took a shower and brushed my teeth when I woke up in order to clear my mind. I was too lazy to match two pieces of clothing, so I grabbed the first dress I could find and threw it on. As I turned on the strengthener and waited for it to heat up, my thoughts wandered to the recurring dreams I've been having.