The Little Night Light

Chapter 8

I gasped loudly snapping up right in my bed. Beads of sweat pooled on my face and my sheets were scattered on the floor. It was jut a dream. It was all a dream. I kept reminding myself over and over again. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was only 4 in the morning. I normally get up around 5 but I guess 4 would have to do today.

The floor was cold against my bare feet as I shivered my way over to the bathroom. I guess it's going to be one of those days. I thought as I metaphorically jumped in the shower. I never shower in the morning, but when it's cold as hell outside, you can't tell me no. I turned the hot water knob all the way up and only turned the cold water knob a half turn. The water bounced off my back, burning my skin in the process.

What could've possible triggered that dream? More so why did I have that dream? Connor? Kill someone? It wasn't even possible. Sure, he's the new kid and many people have their theories. But me? And my theory? You'd call me crazy.

After what seemed like forever, I finally got out of the shower and hurried to my bedroom to get dressed. I decided to wear my grey sweat pants and my purple hoodie I had gotten from marching band. Normally one would say, "dress to impress" where as I say, "dress to be as fucking comfortable as possible". Yeah, normal doesn't really have a place in my personal dictionary. You see, when you're in school, who's paying who? That's right, your parents are paying the school to give you an education. We're all forced to go to school, but for the better. Now my thing is, if I'm getting this for free, meaning I am not paying, why the hell would I dress up for fun? But lets say that the school is paying ME to get an education because one day I'LL be the one to take care of them when they get older? Then maybe that might motivate me to wear something a little nicer than a hoodie and sweat pants.

I sneezed a couple times before I was able to brush my damp hair. I guess I was really asking for a crazy hair day. My hair plus water plus air dry, doesn't really leave me with the best. It doesn't really bother me that much, which I guess is a good thing. I decided that a messy bun would be the bests choice since my hair was going to frizz anyways.

I slowly creeped down the stairs to see my cat Simba sitting at the bottom. It felt weird seeing him at the bottom because he normally wakes me up, then again I did wake up at four and not my usual time. He meowed at me and waltzed to the kitchen waiting for me. I opened up the fridge to pull out the milk, only surprise, there wasn't any. Looks like its a dry cereal day. I then opened up the cupboard to take out the cereal box, only surprise again, the box was empty. I guess it was an empty morning for my tummy.

I sighed and plopped down on the at the then table. Simba hopped up on my lap and bumped his head up against my chin.

"What are you doing my silly baby?" I asked. All I got in response was a lonesome meow. I chuckled before I decided that it was a good day for walking, so why not walk to school.

I got up from the table and bundled myself up in my jacket before exiting the house for my long trip to school. I made sure to lock the door behind me before I looked out at the line of trees in front of me. I mean, I didn't have to walk today, I could just, wait and take the bus, but that meant waiting. Let me tell you, I have no room for patience in my life time. I slowly put one foot in front of the other and began walking down the road towards my school. Damn it was so dark I could barely see. I should've brought a flashlight or something like that. I sighed as I slowly stepped over the countless pot holes, making sure that I don't accidentally twist my ankle again like I did a couple years ago.

My mind began to race and my foot steps began to get sloppy. I gasped as I almost tripped and fell, making my heart jump. I paused for only a second assessing what had just happened and if I needed my ankle wrap when I got home from school. It wasn't bad and it wouldn't need anything at all. I quickly hopped into the forest and began to take my usual trail again. Although it was too dark to enjoy the view, I was still able to smile at the fireflies lighting up the leaves and water. I knew the trail was bumpy, but in the dark it was more like a hill of doom, a strong sense of adventure for me. It felt like I was on a special mission, but this part of the mission was running. Run.