I walked down the school hallway for the very first time, ignoring the voices of the people around me and focused on the strange door marked with a giant 11 at the end of the hall. It was just the night after my parents abruptly packed their belongings in a nervous fury and dropped me off at a strange womans house. I don't know this woman, but I feel like I've known her my whole life. I feel like I trust her with my whole life. She barely said a word to me, but she made sure to stress the words "11" and "Doctor" to me. Voices raged through my head as I twisted my chestnut hair and continued walking. I was nervously approaching the door. Taking a deep breath, I reached out and turned the knob, very slowly and quietly. Inside was nothing I had ever seen before. I couldn't have imagined it in my wildest dreams. Then, I jolted awake, in my bed, in my house. How is this possible? The same exact dream 21 nights in a row? It must mean something. It has to. I put the 21st checkmark on my calendar. I laid back in my bed, wondering what it all meant. I always got to the same part in the dream, and forgot what was behind the door. Always. I could clearly remember up to that point. Maybe I want supposed to know what wad behind the door. Maybe whatever is behind that for is my future and I can't know it until I'm older. I just wanted to know the most obvious question. The one anyone would wonder. -what does it mean?
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The Lonely Hero
FanfictionA story of a little girl with a big adventure. A paradox. A dream inside a dream. The hair. 2 Claras A madman. 2 brothers. An Impala. A Consulting Detective. & a blogger. Makes The Lonely Hero