Daydreamer

Chapter Two ~ All Dreams Have Meanings

"Val? Val, get up! We're going to be late!" I heard a faint voice, as I slowly woke up. "Val! Wake. Up." I started to shake. A lot. Like there was an earthquake occurring. I quickly sat up, fully awake to find my brothers hand on my shoulder. "Joey? What is it?" I ask. "We're going to be late for the first day of school, hurry up and get dressed!" he exclaims, helps me off my bed, and runs to his room.

I hopped to my drawer, and looked through my clothes. I got out a white tank-top, and a almost see through blue and white — elbow-length on the sleeves — shirt. I get out some light pants, and I put on my galaxy Vans.
I brush my teeth, and put my hair in a braid. Afterwards, I grab my three books I'm currently reading, pack up my book bag, and start to speedwalk to school. "Val!" Joe shouted from behind me. I turned to face him.

"Have a good first day," he says.
"You too, Joey," I respond with a bright smile, and continue on my way. Joey was starting collage to become a computer engineer. He was nineteen, which made me seventeen, as I was two years younger than him.
I was starting eleventh grade. I just hope when I look for a collage, I can find out as fast as my brother did. He tells me to save money, but I can't. I'm constantly buying art supplies, and music discs.

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Once I arrived at school, I was excited. I've loved school for as long as I could remember. I loved learning, and whenever I would get the chance I would doodle some characters from my books. I would always pay attention in class, but it was a challenge with all of my daydreaming. So once lunch comes around, I let it all out, and dream to my hearts content.

"Val!" I heard my name being called as I approached my red — looks to be brand new — locker. My gaze turns to my left, and I come across Naomi. Naomi was a really great friend of mine. She always understood how I felt, what I would explain, and she always knew when I was trapped inside of my mind. She would have snap her fingers, and shake me out of it just so we could go back to class.

"Hey, Naomi," I say, as I open up my locker. "So," she starts. "What did you dream about last night, huh?" she asks. I laugh. "It's good to see you again, too, Naomi." Naomi went to California for the summer, so we didn't see each other often, unless we would spend the week face-timing.
"Well? You gonna tell me or what?" she teases. She's always curious about my dreams. She's always telling me that if she had a chance to find out what goes on inside of my brain, she'd take it.

"It was a weird dream, actually," I say.
"What do you mean?" she asks me, leaning against yellow locker that's near me. "Well," I say. "It was Christmas day. I woke up late, and I heard my family having a jolly-ol'-time. I went inside of our kitchen–" I was cut off by a small comment of Naomi's. "A kitchen?" she says, slightly giggling. "Yes," I say. "Hey, I can't control my dreams, okay?" I say, teasingly.

"Alright, alright. Go on," she insisted. "I caught a glimpse of a light," I began. "I followed it. Into the wood behind my home. I was lead into a herd of them. One was huge, and I could almost blindly see wings. It shone so bright. Then, it landed on my finger, as I reached out to tou–" I was disturbed by Naomi shaking my shoulder.
"Sorry," she says. "You were entering what I call your, Memory Daydream." she says. "Ha-ha-ha, very nice," I say.

"What happened after that?" she asks. "Nothing. I woke up, and rushed to get to school on time," I end.

"Oh," Naomi says, right before the first bell rings for class. For the rest of the day, I'm my usual, cheerful self.
But every time he walks in, my expression turns to awe, until I pull myself from his eyes. Who's he? He, is my crush. He has black glimmering hair, reddish eyes, with goldish sparks that shine inside of them. And
he seems to have a great personality. Anyway, around lunch, I go to my "State of Dreamers" as Naomi calls it. I think more about my dream. What was its meaning? All of my dreams would have meanings to them, I've always tried to figure the meanings out, but always failed. But I don't stop, even when I tell myself too.

I thought of Christmas day. How that day is so cheerful, and full of beautiful spirit. Then I thought of the bright light. Going into the wood. And touching the even brighter light. None of this helps. At all. My dreams never continue, so this one would be hard to figure. But, I didn't stop, until I got home later that day.

Once I arrived, I wanted to tell my brother about my dream. About how there's a meaning to it, but I don't understand what it is yet. He always listens to me, whether it's good, bad, time-wasting, or interesting. Instead, I was greeted by my mother and father. It's too bad that Joey was in collage. I missed him already. "There she is,"
my mother said.
"How was your first day of school, darling?" she asks. "It was amazing," I respond. She laughs a little, and my father just waves to me as I walk past him on the couch, and walk into the kitchen with my mother. "The same as always," I hear my mother whisper.

"How was Naomi? Is she back from California?" she asks, turning to me. Her red hair put in a bun, with flour all over it, including her clothes and apron. She was baking one of her finest cakes. I smell the peppermint inside of the frosting, and embrace it. "Yes she's back," I begin. "We spoke this morning, but Naomi was busy the rest of the day." I say. "And you?" she asks, getting out some other colorful frosting out of the refrigerator, to decorate the peppermint filled cake. "I haven't been doing much today," I say. "We all know that's a lie," my mother jokes.

"Tell me," she says. "What have you been thinking about?" I smile, and tell her of my dream. She tells me to go draw it out, and that it could help. And I nodded. I ran upstairs to my poster filled room, and start to sketch out the scenes.