Lost (Ziam)

Chapter 1

-Liam-

"Give me your hand!" I said. I reached my hand out for the figure standing in front of me. I was hovering over it, like a cloud. I never met this figure before. But I didn't know why I was saving it. I felt like I needed to. 

I reached my hand out even farther and couldn't reach it. But I couldn't feel myself falling. Like my cloud had burst into two pieces. I looked from the figure to the ground and never saw one. Literally, I was now falling from the sky to nowhere.

I saw the figure and a flash of golden eyes flashed by me. The figure's mouth opened but nothing came out.

"Ah!!" I screaming. I woke from sleeping and ran to the calendar. I put a small star under the date. I tried calming my breathe by leaning on the wall. I slid down to the ground and rested my arms around my knees. I  breathed in a steady pattern and eventually, my breathing was set back to normal. I rose from my spot on the floor and walked to my bed that I previously was on. I sat on it and looked at the clock.

1:12

Every day. Every day I was waking up at this time. The first two times I woke up from that dream, I never thought it was anything. But that was about the -seriously- twentieth time that has happened to me. And it was starting to freak me out.

I got up from my bed and ran to my desk. I flipped the light switch on and instantly started searching for my sketchbook. I took the blue, given to me as a present for my birthday. I flipped through the picture I had been drawing. A dog, myself with my sister Ruth, a moon. Even my teacher as a monster walking like a clown. But I scribble all over that one because I thought it was inappropriate.

I flipped all the way to the picture of the dark figure. I had a good memory so it was easy to draw the picture. I took my pencil and erase the dark circles in its eyes. I took out my brown and yellow pencils and filled in his eyes. The color was exactly like the one in the eyes in my dream. I closed the book and walked beck into bed. Since the time went by, I knew I wouldn't dream about the figure again.

I hope.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I woke up to the annoying noise of my alarm. I leaped up out of bed slammed my hand on the button, turning the annoying nose off. I slowly stepped onto the floorm groing at the fact that the floor was brick cold. I searched for my black slippers from under the bed and put my feet in them, after finding them. I walked to my curtain and pulled it open. The sunlight that came in blinded me. It was too early for it to be sunrise already. I snapped back toward the clock and looked at it. 

7:15 

Oh. My. God. I have to get ready. I ran to the bathroom and into it. I flipped on the shower switch and stripped down into nothing. I jumped in and washed. My hair, first, then my body. I climbed aout of the shower and smoed at my scent. Green Apple. My smile faded when I noticed the clock had passed 10 minutes. I had twenty minutes to get to school and it was a twenty minutes drive. I could go to school now but I knew that would be inappropriate. I mean, I would just be in a towel.

I ran into my room and pulled out random close. And with the amount of luck I have been having, I pulled out an okay outfit. A black pair of skinny jeans and a long white sleeve shirt with a huge '1' of the back. I pulled them on and placed on my white Vans. I picked up my backpack and stuffed my homework and books into it. And I pulled out my huge football (A/N if you are from UK or anywhere else other than USA.... I'm talking about American Football. Just saying) bag and stuffed my equipment into it. Today was the first day of practice for the team, so I had to get everything. I took everything into one hand and ran downstairs to my car. I threw everything into thr trunk, headed to the driver seat and got in.