The Last Witch

5.The dream

Late.

That was the only word I could use to describe this situation.
I was late. My attendance will go down. My mum didn't even bother to wake me up. She only left me a note saying that I shouldn't be late. How helpful.

I grabbed my bag and scurried out the door, only to see my bus leaving the curb.
"NOOOOO!!! Why? Why? Why?!" I wanted to cry.
This is bloody brilliant; I'm late and the last bus to come for hours leaves me behind in its dust.
I decide to walk to school instead, seeing as it's my only option.

Stupid mother, why didn't she wake me up? I've told her to get me a motorbike. I'm never late. Right now this isn't even late, even with me trying to fast walk this is ridiculous.

"Hey sweetheart, why so late?"

I turned my head to see idiot boy on his bike going at a slow pace beside me.

"I am in no mood for your annoying presence so please leave me alone!"

"Wow! This is how you treat your ride? Do you always shout at people who volunteer to help you or are you just PMSing today?" His smirk was prominent on his ugly face.
Well not ugly, he's quite handsome, windswept hair...so not the point right now Becca, focus!

"You're offering me a ride? Why? I've been nothing but rude to you and you want to help me? What's the catch?"

His lip curls upwards just a bit, making him look...
Focus!
"No catch and you haven't been rude, just moody there's a difference and we're both late, so why not be late together?" He stopped his bike next to me.
"You coming?"

I looked at him one more time. He raised his eyebrow and smiled. I jumped on the back of his bike.
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"You're late, very late! You should've just called in sick, be late again and you have a detention at the end of the week, understand?" Mrs Thomas the attendance officer looked over the rims of her glasses at us.
We both nodded out head and made our way to Mr blueberry also known as the bloody teacher who calls me a liar when they don't even know me, but that's just my opinion.

"You're both late, fifteen more minutes till the end of the lesson you should've just-

"Called in sick we know, but at least we're here so we're just going to sit down and listen to what your saying, if that's okay with you sir."

"I was going to say Ms Townsend before you so rudely interrupted that you should've gone to the study room for the remainder of the time as you would not understand anything if you just sit here. But since you're here you can come and see me after school today in my office as we need to finish our conversation on your rudeness from detention yesterday"he looked away from me and continued teaching the class. My rudeness? I'll show him rudeness!

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I was late. Again. I can't believe I forgot! He already hates me now this just gives him more of a reason to.
"Ms Townsend you're beginning to make a habit of being late, I would advise you to fix it before it is to late. Pun intended." His eyes are full of amusement at his lame excuse of joke.
"I'm sorry sir I forgot-
"Hmm you seem to be forgetting a lot of things lately, first copying an image which you claim you know nothing about, you being late to my class got you this detention which I put in place to punish you for being late only to see that you come to my classroom for your late detention only to be late again to that detention!"
"Sir I'm truly sorr-
"I don't want your pathetic excuse of an apology! Sit down and for the love of all that's holy shut up and listen to what I have to tell you."
"Tell me? What could you say-
"I'm very sure I just told you to shut up!" His eyes bore holes into mine and I close my mouth

This man is officially crazy.

"Crazy I'm I?"

I know for a fact I said that in my head

"You know what's crazy Ms Townsend? I'll tell you what's crazy, what's crazy is the fact that you managed to draw up this image," he goes behind his desk and picks up the book from the drawer and sets it on the right page " and you don't even know how you did it! This is not a game Ms Townsend and this is the last time I will ask you this question. Where did you see this image?"

I looked at the image. I looked at it hard. For some reason I wanted to know how I managed to draw a carbon copy. My hand was drawn to the book, I touched the image. It looked so familiar but where-

"Well Ms Townsend? If it looks so familiar where do you remember seeing it?"
How did he do that? I said that in my head. I quickly removed my hand.

"I have told you and I will keep on telling you that I have not seen this image, I don't know how or why I drew it, I don't even think when I draw, its like my hands have a mind of its own. I'm sorry I can't help you figure it out but sir, my hour detention is up."
With that I picked up my things and Walked out the room, the school and into the cold winter breeze.

Mr blueberry sat down on his desk defeated. She's to young! How I'm I supposed to do this? To get her to understand what she is, who she is.
He closed his eyes and sighed.
The book in his hand, the image glittered gold. When he opened his eyes he saw nothing, put the book back into his drawer and got ready to leave.
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I collapsed in my bed as soon as I entered my room. My mum was making dinner and she would call me when it was ready, I'll just have a quick nap before then, God knows I need it.

Loud noises. Voices. Silence.
"I would like to take this time in thanking everyone for attending this meeting. It has come to my attention that a prophecy has been made, one that would change our world and that of others forever. So I know call upon the spirit of prophecy to recite what it told me to you all" the man with the familiar face and bright grey eyes looked around the room as he spoke. In his hand was a book.

Then the floor shook as a voice spoke:
When the clouds are grey
With a storm in sight
The colour of fire
The colour of ice
Born to those
Who defied him thrice
To be the light in the darkness of night
But only as all worlds align
Blood to be drank as wine
For they must win
With that special number
Or else this world will never wake from its slumber

The ground shook and thunder and lightning together shook the silent skies.

"Rebecca it's time for dinner!"

What in the name of- I looked down and I was covered in sweat, my hands shaking.
The book. The symbol. The dream.
I never dream. Never.

"REBECCA!"