Enchanted: Golden Glass

Goddess Reborn

      I wasn't expected to wake up to my younger sister. She was staring at me, over my head. She looked weird, but then again she was covered with make-up. She had gotten into my wardrobe.

      "... Could you get off me?" I could barely talk through her weight on me. She was very skinny, but she was always active.

      "Not until you tell me what your dream was about," What dream? I'm so confused..

      "What are you talking about?" I stare at her hatefully, yet confused, and maybe nervous?

      "Whenever you are having a dream, you always wiggle around, and maybe even talk. This time, you were moving around like a worm running for it's life!" I stare at her, a bit frightened.

      ".. Well, I did have a dream about a blue haired girl.. I have no idea where she came from,"

      "A huh.. Very suspicious.. Don't you think?"

      "We'll see," My sister gets off me. I sit up, and get adjusted to the room. It feels.. Unfamiliar. I felt like I was in a room I was never in before.

      "Hey.. Apple, we should get downstairs. It's 6:00 am.. Aren't you hungry?" I look at her, and she just looks down, and I know she is thinking. She has that face.

      "No.. Not really. I want to know more about this dream,"

      "Let's continue later, all right?"

      "All right," She slides off the bed, and runs out of the room. I can hear her footsteps run down the stairs, into the Library. I put my long hair into a nice long skinny braid, right after I got out of bed. I ran downstairs, and saw my sister reading one of my study books.

      "Hey!" I grabbed the book from her. She had lost my page.

      "I was just reading it! What's the big deal?"

      "The big deal is that you lost the page I was last reading! How am I supposed to finish my studies??!!"

      "Page 123, chapter 37," She looks kind of bored, as if I'm over reacting.

     "Look how smart you are now. If only you used your brain for useful things." She roles her eyes at me. I don't care. Either way, she doesn't know how important this is. But she is right. My dream was suspicious.. Who is that girl? She was very pale..

....

"Golden Glass isn't the," My sister says.

I understand.