Go Ahead

Chapter One

            I run on the freezing cold ice. My feet go numb and it feels as if I'm flying. A tall man appears in front of me and I fall on him and we fall into a black abyss.
     My feet land on a large open field, but it slowly becomes crowded with many, many people. There's so many people that some are piled on top of one another.
    A man screams my name. I turn, knowing the voice came from behind me. But no one's there. I turn back and it seems that every person vanished.
    I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around. My English teacher stands there with a grin on his face.
  "Great job on your test!" Mr. Johanson says.
  "Test? What test?" I reply, confused.
  "The first test of the year! You must remember, we took the test in Candy Land!"
  "Cool story, bro," I say and pull a strawberry out of my pocket.
   I jump out of bed when I hear the most annoying sound of my alarm. I run the opposite side of my room and turn it off. Exactly 6:30 am.
  I replay my whole dream in my head. I wouldn't call it a nightmare even though it involved one of my fears of being in crowds. I'm surprised I didn't scream for my mother while I was in that crowd.
  "Blake could you shut up?!" My twin brother, Asher, yells.
  "Was I talking out loud?"
  "Yes and just because you love waking up early every morning, doesn't mean everyone else does."
  I smile and walk to my dresser. I go to my drawer that has blue clothing in it and pull out a light blue t-shirt, a pair of running shorts, and dark blue pair of jeans. I quickly change and grab my bag. My German Shepard, Jessie, perks her head up. I snap my fingers and she walks to my side. We run downstairs so we can go for our morning run.
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I hear many footsteps run down the stairs. I check the clock. 8:00 am, right on time. The rest of my family wakes up at 7:30. When you wake up earlier, you have more time to get ready. Or in my case, watch Netflix.
  "Good morning Cooper family," I yell.
  "Is this the only reason you wake up so early? So you can watch Netflix?" My younger sister asks.
  "No, Alex, I went on run with Jessie, too. But yeah, Netflix is a big priority."
  Alex is a freshman this year, but she could easily fit into 11th, my grade. She's smart enough, too.
  Sam, our golden retriever, runs up to Jessie. They start playing until they hear my dad put food in their bowls. They race each other to the food, which apparently they want the first pick for what bowl they want.
  "How'd you sleep," my dad asks as he opens the fridge to make him and my mom some breakfast.
  "Good, but I had such a weird dream. My English teacher was in it."
  "Ooooooooo," Asher says. My mom flicks his head.
  "Mr. Johanson is like 50 years old, Asher," my mom says laughing.
  "Yeah, this isn't pretty little liars, there's no cute teachers at our high school," Alex says.
  I laugh and turn off my show. I hear laughing from outside, too. I furrow my eyebrows and walk out the front door.
  My moms best friend, Emma, stands on the porch. She laughs with her hands around her 8 month pregnant belly, her short ginger hair swaying back and forth.
  "I thought it was funny, but not that funny," I smile.
  I let Emma come inside. I hear more laughing coming from the kitchen.
  "Don't start joking without me!" Emma says.
  "Well get your butt and your baby's in here!" My mom yells back. We walk into the kitchen to find my mom putting whipped cream from the can in my dads mouth, an egg burning on the pan, Asher whining that he wants whipped cream, too, and Alex just sitting there laughing her head off.
  "I don't know if it's me who wants whipped cream, or the baby," Emma says.
  "Both," my dad tries to say but it comes out as "bowh".
  I hear a car pull up to the house and a horn honk. Must be my best friend, Sierra.
  "Sierra's here!" My dad yells.
  "I'm right here, dad!" I yell back.
  "Don't go yet tell her to come inside to eat something," Emma says. Emma and Spencer aren't just like family to us, but to each other too.
  "Okay, but we have to go pick up Zach soon."
  I run out the door for the second time in the last five minutes and open Spencer's door.
  "You're wanted in the Cooper house, missy," I say in a deep voice.
  "Is Emma here?"
  "Who is this "Emma" you speak of? I know of no Emma. You better get in there or some people will be very angry," I scowl.
  "Okay, officer! I'll go, but please, don't put the cuffs on me again!"
  "Alright, alright."
Spencer sprints into the house and I follow after her. "Spencer!" They all scream. Loud family I've got here.
"I am home at last," Spencer jokes.
Emma attempts to hug her, but her stomach pushes Spencer away. Spencer scowls and points at Emma's stomach.
  "I thought we'd have a great friendship, you and me, but you just push me away," she says and wipes a fake tear.
Emma grabs her and gives her a side hug.
  "All I get is a Jesus side hug now."
We all laugh for probably the 10 millionth time this morning. I glance at the clock, shoot we're gonna be late picking up Zach again. I hook my arm around Spencer's. She dramatically teachers her arms towards my family.
  "Hungry I am. Food I must eat!"
My dad throws a pancake at her and she surprisingly catches it.
  "I love you!" They all say.
  "We love you too!" I say back and run out of the house.
  I shove Spencer back in her car and I run to the passenger side.
Mornings at the Cooper house, everyone.