Chapter 2
I went down the stairs like I usually would, on the first day of term, slowly and still confused and rather annoyed that it wasn't the reality. As I jumped the last 3 steps and sat in the chair opposite my dad, noticing the same cereals sitting in the same place as they were in my dream, I couldn't be bothered with food, I just needed to sit down for a while. I lent back looking at the clock 8:30, I took to long getting down here, just as last night. My dad caught my eye.
"If your not going to eat get ready for school", his tone was irritated.
I let the front legs of my chair hit the ground as I rolled my eyes and headed back up the stairs to get dressed. I opened my door and stared into the mirror, I wasn't as good looking as I had been in my dream, I still looked the same but with flaws. I wasn't as strong as I looked in my dream and the highlights in my hair were still there but faded. I suppose that's how life works, everything's there its just not complete. I sighed and grabbed my school cloths out of the drawer and put them on. My bedroom seemed rather dull compared to the wooden countrish design of are house, it had black wall paper with chalked drawing on it, mostly bad ones from when me and Sempa my brother were younger. My bed is mostly covered in school books and mythology books that I sleep in-between, id often though of getting a double bed so I could sleep without being bent between history and Spanish essays but that would be the only thing I would use it for. Once I was finished I looked up in the mirror again, one side of my hair was sticking up and after repeated licking of the hand and flattening of the hair it stayed that way. I put my collar half up and my tie half way down my chest as it was in my dream, it didn't look good at all, I just looked like id up of a night on the tiles. I must have forgotten the part of that dream that I injected myself with heroine. I fixed my collar and tie and made of down the stairs. I sat down on the chair that had been taken away from the table because it wobbled to put my shoes on, almost putting on the wrong ones. As I walked past my dad he didn't lift his head from the paper, a grabbed my bag and exchanged a hateful glare with my brother, not that I hated him I just hated the fact that he is going out with a girl that I fancied for 3 years then chose my younger brother over me, not that I every really tried for her because it just seemed too pointless. I walked towards the kitchen where my mum was and bid her goodbye, she was about to speak but I had slammed the door before she got a word out, I didn't do it intentionally I was just in a pissy mood, thinking it would go more damage than good to open in it again I walked along the path, out of the gate and along the road to the school. I could see Rysiaki just walking into the school gates so I wasn't going to run into anybody. I started going over the dream trying to make more sense of it, then realised that it didn't make sense, I didn't put my shoes on, I wouldn't go to school without them and I remember in the dream seeing my socks as I walked. Something was not right, why wouldn't I have put them on if I did everything else properly, or why didn't I just imagine them on whilst I was walking. I pushed that thought out of my head as I walked through the gates. The bad start to the day got worse as I walked late into registration and made my way to my seat at the back looking to my left and seeing a pile of paper on the desk rather than the pure beauty of Sierra with her bangles, or her converse twisted round the back legs of the chair.
Everyone was talking couples who was with who but mainly who my brother was with, Nakuia what I wouldn't give to be In his place she was the girl of my dreams well girl of my dreams number two if you count last night. The morning went quickly, teachers were mostly just giving us books and things in an attempt to break are bag straps when we were walking home, and lecturing us on why we have to take care of them. At lunch I sat with the usual people, laughing about summer parties and things that had happened, trying not to be to loud and alert the teachers of what states we were in, not that they didn't expect us to be drinking, we were all roughly 16, 17 anyways but its always good to keep it low. It was good being with friends, I wouldn't have said any of them were my best friends because I tend to avoid such tight relationships because I have too much of a temper but they were certainly important people to me. But of course just as Nakuia starts to leave my mind, Sempa and her sit at the table across from us and starts a make-out fest, and your sibling playing tonsil tennis doesn't put you of your lunch im not sure what will. It didn't bother me though, to see them together, to see them like that, I think it was because of my dream about Sierra, the none existent Sierra. After lunch I had finished my classes and intended on going home, mum and dad would be out working so I was planning on having some friends over, but everyone took some bloody class I didn't bother with so I headed back on my own. It was annoying to have the school at the top of my road, I always enjoy walking, but never have an excuse to walk very far without suspicion. As I approached the gates a sudden tiredness took over me, I could barley keep my eyes open, I felt I was going to hit the stone path face first. I grabbed hold of the door handle for support and staggered into the house, glad there was no one there because I would have looked drunk. I dropped my bag on the door handle as I closed in and fell into the wobbling rejected chair and fell asleep. I knew I was asleep but it didn't feel like a dream, and as a sat up rubbing my eyes to adjust to the light, once again my shoes were off and I had a little laugh finding humour in it.
There was a tap at the window that caught my attention, I stood up and walked over to see what it was. To my amazement and delight, it was Sierra, tapping with her yellow painted nails. She was waving and smiling at me but once again I was lost in her eyes.
