The Dreamers

Chapter 3

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“Keeeeeeeeeeira!” yelled a sing song voice.

“Huh?” I rubbed my eyes as I sat up in bed. That was not what I thought my alarm clock sounded like.

“Keeeeeeeeeeira!” someone yelled again.

Was I in trouble? No one ever called me in the morning. The Evans always had breakfast first, and then I would run down and grab something to eat.  “I’ll be down in a minute,” I yelled back before washing my face and brushing my hair into a quick bun.

I went to the kitchen slowly, maybe I was hearing things? After my dream last night, I wouldn’t be surprised. Huh, maybe I was still dreaming. Is it possible to wake up in a dream? But it turned out I wasn’t hearing things because I entered the kitchen just in time to see Clara, my stepsister, yelling out my name. She blushed when she realised I was there and I had to fight the urge to laugh. Although she had always ignored me, like the rest of her family, I always got the sense that she wanted to be my friend. Sometimes she would throw a simple smile my way and it would brighten the rest of my day.

“Oh, hi!” she said cheerfully, “do you want to join us for breakfast?”

My intelligent brain could only come up with one response. “Breakfast?”

In the whole 10 years I had lived here, not once had I been invited to eat with the Evans.

“Yeah, since you know what we are and all,” said Luke, stuffing his face with pancakes. It was only then I realised that apart from Clara, Luke her brother was also sitting at the table, as well as Mark and his wife Janae.

I nearly choked, which is kind of hard to do when you have nothing in your mouth in the first place. “W-What you are?”

It was a dream wasn’t it? I was so sure. It couldn’t have been real…

“She isn’t all that bright hey Dad? I thought you said you told her,” Luke sighed.

“You look a little pale honey,” said Janae, getting up. “Let me help you.” She led me to my seat.

Were they all like Mark? Were they Dreamer things? Were they all short?

“I am not that short!” said Luke suddenly. He cringed, realising he had just yelled it out loud, before slowly turning to Mark. “Sorry?”

I just sat there shocked. Had I said it aloud?

“Luke!” bellowed Mark. “What have I told you about those powers!”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember. Not to read minds of other humans without permission unless in the case of an emergency. I couldn’t help it.”

What? Mind reading? What the hell was going on?

“Oh, don’t worry about him, Keira,” said Clara, “he’s just being an idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself!” laughed Clara poking out her tongue.

I stood up, my chair screeching against the tiled floor. “What the hell is going on?” I pinched myself and regretted it. I underestimated the pain of being pinched. Owwwww.

“Keira, it wasn’t a dream,” Mark sighed. “You have to deal with this. We’re all Dreamers, except Clara, but she’ll change in a couple months.