Dreamers

Susan

"My name is Susan, I don't know why but I keep having the same dream, I'm lost in darkness but I'm always waiting for someone to find me, a silent voice screams, s....an! And every time I turn around I Wake up and never see anyone screaming my name so faintly."

A tall girl with glasses, brownish hair , and tan skin writes in her notebook.

Susan, she goes to Gallup high school and is a freshman, the year is January 2015

2 months ago, in November 2014 was when she started having this recurring dream,it began after she saw a meteor shower after school. The memory was strong. She noticed the wind and how it flowed around her, lifting her hair up as if defying gravity. She was always interested in the supernatural and thought "Maybe, This dream isn't random, maybe it means something?"

So as these thoughts came into her head, the words to describe her dreams came onto paper, yes, Susan keeps a dream diary

She packs the diary in her bag and gets ready for school. When she reaches her reading and writing class for the first hour, she digs in her bag, to get her school book.

"Wait, the diary is gone!?" Susan looks inside her backpack and seems to have misplaced her book, but she knew for a fact that she put the diary in her backpack. Susan takes a deep breathe.

I thought I put it in my bag this morning! What if I didn't, I mean I've been having that crazy dream recently so I'm probably going senile.

The teacher earlier announced to everyone a reading assignment today, which stressed her out even more, she wasn't able to focus on the writing assignment at all.

She was halfway done, and a pencil smacked the table from across the room, so loud susan was able to hear it. She looked over to notice Samantha was done already.

She usually doesn't finish her work so fast though?

Susan continued to do her work, she was so focused on her missing diary, the smallest things or sounds were distracting to her.

She felt the gaze of a student as she was writing and would look up to Samantha, constantly looking at her, she would quickly look away trying to be casual. Susan, studies her longer, and looks at her desk to see her diary on her desk.

How did she get my book? Is she reading it.

Her jaw dropped, the possibility of someone reading her book did come up, but for it to be like this, she was just not read. Susan turned red. Now she can't focus on anything else, time seems to be ticking slowly, as the small ticks of the clocks arm was very loud. The writing of everyone around her were uncomforting. Susan, needs her notebook back.

I will, talk to her after class.

She waits till the bell rings to wait outside to talk to her. She stood outside the door waiting for Samantha who walked right past her, with her nose in her notebook.

"Deam diary, Susan."

"Samantha. I need to talk to you." Susan called out. Samantha jolted, surprised Susan called her out.

"Hey, I found this book, is it yours!" Samantha looked nervous, hands shaking.

"I think it is, where did you get it from?" These words shocked her, or rather, the notebook in her hand did.she grabbed the book from my hand. "Did you really write this!?"

"Of course I did, I have been writing in it off and on for 2 months."

"Wow, why is this like you are from the future, I am sorry but I was excited to read into it, i finished my work so fast." She handed the notebook back to her.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about these same dreams you keep having. I think I have an idea of who is looking for you?"

"Yeah but how did you find it?" Susan looks at the notebook, and noticed it seems a little worn down.

"Well, that is the weird thing. I was walking to school, behind you actually and a crow flew by and dropped the book. You kept walking, and I assumed it wasnt yours. Until i began to read it?" Samantha eyes are glimmering, she is excited to talk about the events.

"So, a crow flew by and dropped the book in front of you? I don't know."

"Patrick, I think you are looking for a student named Patrick, he is a senior at this school." Samantha says.

"Oh yeah, what does he look like?" Susan questioned her.

"Well, he has a crew cut and likes to wear flannel shirts." Samantha tries to describe him.

"Hmm, no, because the guy in my dreams has long hair. He does like to wear flannel shirts though."