A Dream

Chapter 1: How It All Started

Lanie

     Hey, I'm Lanie Alexander. I'm the top of my class, a cheerleader, and a goody-two-shoes. As you know, cheerleaders usually hang around with each other, and go around kissing the football players, right? Not me. I just hang-out with normal people. Sometimes, I hang around with my fellow nerds or geeks. Other times, I just walk around school with my best friend, Diana Cades. She's smart enough, that she doesn't call me a nerd, fit enough to do any sport with me, and nice enough that she won't talk about me behind my back. She's a really cool best friend.

     Right now, we're walking down the hall, making our way towards the cafeteria, talking about the next football game. Today's cafeteria special is... Tacos. Yes. Tacos are amazing. Best. Food. Ever. Okay, maybe after Pizza and Nutella...

     We each got a little red tray and lined up. I was just hoping that by the time it was our turn, there was still a taco or two.

     After what seemed like twenty years, but turned out to be twenty minutes, it was finally our turn. I asked the woman behind the counter for a taco, a slice of pizza and some Dr. Pepper. I know what you're thinking. "Their school sells Dr. Pepper?" well, yes. Our school does in fact sell Dr. Pepper. That's one of the reasons I still actually attend this school. I could have switched schools years ago, but I didn't. Why? Dr. Pepper. That's why.

     While I was nibbling on my slice of Pizza, I felt a nudge against my arm. I turned my head to see who was nudging me and I saw Diana. "Look, Lanie! Peter Holmes is looking at you!" she squealed in her seat, and I just raised an eyebrow. "Okay, so?" I chuckled. Diana has loved Peter since grade school. I don't know what she sees in him, because I don't find him attractive at all. "He's like... The most beautiful guy that ever existed!" she whisper-yelled. I just looked at him and smiled, waving at him.

     Riiiing. There's the bell... Time to go back to class. Diana and I don't have our next period together, and I'm actually relieved. If we did, she would have gone on and on about how Peter was looking at me, and I really don't want to listen to her rambling for a whole hour. I just want to sit in my little wooden chair, take some notes and just wait for Science class to end.

     After Science class, I didn't have any subject planned, so I walked over to the cafeteria and bought a mocha frappe.

     Here I am, sipping occasionally from my tumbler while walking around school with my bag slung over my shoulder. Suddenly, a hand grabs my shoulder and forces me to turn around, causing my frappe to spill all over the poor soul's shirt. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." I quickly apologize to the person and wipe off the frappe with my some tissue I found in my pocket.

     Suddenly, the person chuckles, and I look up to see Peter. "Skipping class, Alexander?" he teases. "Actually, I don't have any subject planned right now." I reply. "Ahh. Well, I don't either. Let's hang-out." he says looking down at me. It's not that I'm short. I'm 5'6". Peter must be around 6'1", so naturally he has to look down at me.

     "Sure. I don't see why not." I start walking with him towards the football field and sits down in the bleachers, while he runs around the field doing god knows what.

     After half an hour, the bell rings and I leave, forgetting to say goodbye to Peter. I pushed open the big, heavy school doors and make my way towards my little blue locker, and put some of my books inside. I already have the books I needed for the next period, so I didn't really need to get anything from my locker. I walked down a few corridors, and past some classrooms until I finally found the classroom I was looking for. I walked into the spacious classroom and sat down in my usual seat, which was literally in the middle of the classroom, and waited for our teacher to come.

     Riiing. There's the bell to inform us that the school day has ended. We all packed up our books, said a quick goodbye to our teacher, and walked out of the classrooms to meet up with friends, go to football practice or left to get picked up. I don't really need to wait for someone to pick me up, because I have a motorcycle. Some of my fellow cheerleaders find it weird, but the football players think it's cool. I don't need to care about what they think because I like my motorcycle. I got it for my 18th birthday.

     Instead of going to the football field to meet Diana like I usually do, I just went to the student parking, started up my motorcycle and drove home.

     When I stopped outside of what my friends call "a huge house", their words not mine, I pulled out my key, unlocked the door and stepped inside, where a powerful scent hit me. It smelled like my mother's special brownies. I loved her brownies since I was five. Every weekend, she would say "Lanie, it's brownie day!". I always looked forward to those days.

     "Hey mom. It's not a weekend. What's the special occasion?" I asked looking at the delicious, Vanilla flavored treats sitting in front of me now. "No special occasion, I just felt like baking some today." she said, smiling at me, before continuing. "You can get some right now if you want to." as soon as she said that, I grabbed the whole container and ran up to my room, locking it so no one could come in and steal my delicious brownies.

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A/N: Yay~ I wrote this first chapter in a rush because of DJStarlette. She wanted to read my genius so badly. :"D

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