Faultless

Chapter 1

     “Ramona…Ramona…Ramona, honey, time to get up,” my mother’s voice seemed to get louder as she tried to soothe me awake. I shot up in bed, breathing heavy and looking around for the danger, only to realize I was in room.

            “Another bad dream?” my mom asked as she rubbed my shoulder.

            “Yeah,” I said a little disappointed, as I nodded my head reluctantly.

            “Would you like to talk about it?” she asked as she sat down on the bed next to me and put her arm around me. Despite me being a 15 year old girl who was apparently supposed to repel her parents, my mom and I were really close and I always told her everything.

            “No,” I said, finally shaking off the dream, “I don’t really remember it anyway.” And it was true. I didn’t. That’s how a lot of the dreams happened. Sort of in a blur. They were with me one second and gone the next. I have always had vivid dreams, but they seemed to be coming more frequently lately.

            “Maybe you can talk to Dr. Cooper about it this week,” mom said as she stood up.

            “Yeah,” I smiled a little bit, “If I can even remember it.”

            “Well she’d like to know that you had a scary a dream anyway,” she said as she patted my copper colored hair that went half way down my back, “even if you can’t remember it.” She smiled as she walked out, leaving me to get ready for school. Dr. Cooper was the division’s psychologist. Every student in Division Three went to see her or Dr. Mitchell at least once a week for an hour session. Sometimes we went more if we needed to. My mom was always encouraging me to tell her about my dreams and Dr. Cooper always seemed really interested in them.

            I didn’t mind talking to Dr. Cooper. Her first year in Division Three as a psychologist was my kindergarten year, which is the first year we begin to see her, so we had practically grown up together in a way, and by now, as a sophomore in high school, I was really comfortable with her and seeing her once a week was a part of my routine now.

            I got out of bed to get ready. If I didn’t get up soon, Benson would be here before I was even ready. Not that it mattered; we have been dating for a little over a year and are totally comfortable with each other. We had known each other since we were babies and up until freshman year we were just friends. Then one day he looked at me different and everything changed. Next thing I knew he was asking me to be his girlfriend and I was saying yes.

      I hurried up and threw on a pair of my favorite jeans and a pink v-neck tee. Then I went to the mirror and put on what little make up I did wear and ran a brush through my hair. I wasn’t big on spending hours making sure that I looked perfect. Not like my best friend, Maryn; she spent hours making sure her make-up was perfect and that not one long blonde hair was ever out of place. I took one quick last look at my round face and bright green eyes in the mirror and then grabbed my book bag and headed downstairs to find my dad and Benson sitting at the kitchen table.

            “Morning, dad,” I said as I kissed his head then I turned to Benson and smiled, “Good morning, Benson.”

            “What? No good morning kiss for me?” he laughed. I walked over and kissed him quickly on the lips. My parents didn’t mind a little display of affection. In fact, I often caught them holding hands or trying to give each other quick kisses when no one was looking. But that was okay with me because I much preferred that over arguing.

            “Ready to go, baby?” Benson asked, interrupting my thoughts. He walked me to school every morning. Just the two of us until Maryn showed up about half way to walk with us.