*this is a really short chapter! I'm sorry I didn't make it longer I just didn't feel like it needed more. I hope you still enjoy it though!*
My sisters eyes nearly popped out of her head and her jaw hit the floor. "You haven't had a dream with her in it in years," she said still surprised by the news.
"I know, it was really strange." I said still sweating from the dream.
"Tell me everything," my sister said. So I did.
After I told her everything I could remember we just sat there for a few minutes. It seemed like hours until one of us finally spoke. It was my sister who broke the silence, "Wh...What does it mean?"
"I don't know," I said staring off into space.
I felt my sisters gaze again, I looked over at her. She was looking at me with hope in her eyes. "Was she beautiful?" She said barely above a whisper.
"Yeah."
My sister barely remembers our mother, she was only 5 years old when it happened. Ivey was gonna start kindergarten and I was gonna be in 4th grade. We don't have a lot of memories with our mom, but we cherish the ones we have.
"I miss her," Ivey said laying back down.
"Me too," I said as my sister drifted off to sleep. I saw my sisters breathing deepen. "Me too," I whispered when I knew she was asleep.
I then laid back down and dozed off to sleep.
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Frozen Dreams
Fiction généraleA young teenager of 16 years old, Isabelle, falls in love with the sport of figure skating at age 5. With a younger sister named Ivey and unsupportive father and step-mother she deals with juggling school, sport, and social life. Soon does she unc...
