Sweet Dreams

Chapter 1

I stare at my alarm clock as I lay in bed. It hasn't gone off yet so I'm juat waiting until it errupts to get up. 3...2...1...BLEEEEEP! I smack my hand down hard on the stupid thing. Sweet slience seeped throught my room again.

The slience is dissrupted when the sound of my bedroom door creaked open. Followed by the pattering of little feet make its way to the side of my bed.

I dug my face deeper into the blankets. Then I feel somthing plunk down beside me. I slowly raise my head to find my little sister, Isabella grinning down at me. "Hiya there Sleeping Beauty." She giggled. Her innocence makes me smile. I breath a laugh. "Hey Squirt." "Mom's making pancakes so HURRY UP AND GET YOUR BUM BUM READY!!" She shrieks. She jumps off my bed and runs out with an echoing trail of giggles behind her.

Isabella is one of the most random kids I know. For a 7 year old, shes still pretty damn adorable and I can never get mad at her. Even though I'm usually a total bear in the morning. I sit up and rub my eyes. I almost got no sleep last night. Ever since my nigtmares, I've never been able to get a good sleep. Even going to bed early dosen't help. Everytime I see her face, her eyes are full of terror and confusion.

I shake my head of this ridiculousness and get up. I walk towards the bathroom to shower quickly. The warm water cascading down my body is refrsahing. Its the only thing that wakes me up in the morning.

After I scrubbed of the scummy feeling of sleep, I step out, towel wrapped around me and start brushing my teeth. I quickly blowdried my hair and put my lose blonde curls into a messy bun. I don't usually wear heavy makeup. I am a mascara, tad bit of eye liner and lipgloss type of girl. After I'm finished in the bathroom I make my way over to the closet and open the doors. I decide to pull out a lose knitted sweater and black jeans. I pulled on a cream infinity scarf and matching cream Toms. I am completely and utterly inlove with this look. Its so relaxed and comfy.

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I walk down the stairs. All ready to go. All my family eating at the kitchen table. I was insantly blown by the warm scent of buttermilk. Mom always made the best pancakes.

I pulled a seat next to my little brother, Logan who was fiddling with a little stress ball. Logan was mute, but somehow, I still understand him more than anyone. He smiles when I take my seat. I give him a 'Good morning' squezze before I pile on the pancakes. I happly stuffed my face. When it came to pancakes, its as if I was never taught table manners.

I noticed that my older sister, Karlee (who actually took the liberaty to take her attention away from her cellphone) was staring at me in disgust. Her lips slowly curved into a smirk. "Slow down there sport! You're going to get a tummy ache." she snickers. Karlyee is 16. I always despised at her popularity and how outgoing she was. I'm not like that. And her one goal in life is to put me down. Little does she know, I don't really give a damn.

So I just roll my eyes and keep eating. When I finished, I took my bowl over to my mother at the sink and kiss her cheek. I tell her I'm going to the bus early and say goodbye to Isabella and Logan. I try to ignore Karlee's mocking glare as I walked out.

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I stand at the curb where my bus ways picks us up. It should be here in ten minutes. I don't know why I always come early. We all go to Greenbroke High. It's not really that great of a school. Just your average cliche highschool with cheerleaders, jocks and losers. I'm not too sure where exactly I fit in. I guess I'm just one of those extra kids no one really cares about.

Karlee and Alexs mumbles are getting closer and colser as they make their way to the curb. Alex is my older brother. He is graduating this year, I'm sure hes counting down the days when he can finally get out of the house.

I don't know why neither of them had attempted to get their drivers permits. I mean, they both hate taking the school bus. Alex has actaully obtained his G1 a few years ago but he never when back for the driving test. I can't wait to drive. It gives you so much more freedom.

My pointless thoughts where inturrupted when the big yellow bus pulls up infront of me and the glass door swings open. We all enter and make my way to the back of the bus where my best friend, Jordan sits, flashing me his blinding smile. I plop down beside him and he flings his arm over my shoulder.

"Hey there, Hotstuff." He jokes. Jordan loves to joke around with me. He's very cocky and a big jokester. Its pretty obvious that he's a pretty big 'Lady's Man'. He's picked up more girls than I can count. But I gotta love him! We've been good friends since first grade. "What's cookin',Good lookin'?" I laugh. I won't lie when I say he's pretty hot.

"You excited for the big history test?" He asks. Damn it... I tottaly forgot and now Mrs.Silverman is going to behead me. "I'm done for." I sink in my seat. "Aw dont worry. You don't really study for her tests... HA! What am I saying? Yeah, you're done for." He laughs. I'm not though. I sigh in frustration. This was going to be a long day...

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A/N:

Hey there! Yaaaay First chapter is finally done! Sorry it's a little slow. Its mostly a filler chapter to introduce the characters and what nots. But I guarantee you, it gets a lot better the more you read! Thanks so much and love you all!!

~Julia xx