West Hills

Chapter 7

As soon as I got in bed, the first thought popped up. "Why?" my intelligent mind thought. Then my excellent thoughts continued," What if she is part of the thing I am supposed to stay away from?" No. She was way too innocent for that. Right? I decided there and then, on my bed, that the driver's words were false. He merely was trying to scare me or whatever. This school was normal. Well....normal  is stretching it, but nothing is wrong with this place. With my thoughts decided, I fell asleep.

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I was in a grassy patch while the sun bared down on me. All of a sudden my parents were a couple of feet on either side of me. They started to argue and then the sun lost its light and became the moon. Then, the grass underneath me disappeared. Before I could react, I fell into a black void. I thought I would hit the end soon, but it never came. Never.

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I woke up after a long time and found myself sweating. That dream was trying to tell me something. I couldn't decided what, so I figured the endless void was unhappiness or something like that. Great way to start the day.

I put on a fresh pair of clothes and opened my door. No one was there. Something I did notice though, was there was a new bookshelf on the wall. It held Harry Potter, Hunger Games, John Greene, and lots of other famous teen bestsellers. I was a little bit of a bookworm and have read the entire Harry Potter series. The rest was foreign to me. I decided to start reading a book called Looking for Alaska by John Greene {author's note: I have read Paper Towns, Looking for Alaska, and The Fault in Our Stars}. The cool part was that the main character, Miles, was also attending a boarding school. Miles was older then me though. Then an idea popped up.  I really hoped Brooke would not try to pretend she's Alaska. That would be horrible.

I was actually almost done with the "before" part when Brooke emerged from her room.

"Sup'," she said as she sat down next to me.

"The sky," I answered sarcastically without looking up from the amazing collection of sentences called a book.

"You do realize that I could spoil it...," she started to threaten.

"Fine," I sighed, "Feeling fine."

"Define: fine," Brooke said with a smile on her face.

"Fine: of high quality; very small particles found in mining;in good health and felling well," I shot back like the smart-mouth that I was.

"So Mark, what classes do you have?" she asked me while watching the TV.

I started to say something, but then realized I never looked at the schedule from last night. I looked over and saw a sheet of paper was on the table. I walked over there and read the simply typed schedule.

Dean, Mark

1st: History

2nd: Math

3rd: Science

4th: Free

5th: English

6th: Art

"This looks way too simple," I said after reading it to Brooke.

"That's what I thought when I read mine. Another crazy thing is that we have the exact same schedule," she added.

"Well, strange or not, we have to do this. Also, it starts in three minutes, let's go," I said to Brooke.