Dream High

I hate alarm clocks

Patricia's POV

He's in front of me leaning down so our faces were centimeters aways merely touching.

He cupped my cheek and held my waist with the other hand.

I leaned on his touch and started to close the distance between us and he does the same.

Our lips touched and-

Riiiiiing!!!

Riiiiiing!!!

Ring!!!

Curse the person who invented alarm clocks. My soulmate was almost kissing me and it had to fucking ring?!

I pounded the alarm clock (nearly crashing it) to turn it off.

I decided to just stare at my ceiling for some time.

I was on cloud nine but my oh-so-good mother decided to barge in my room.

"Pat-Pat get up. We still have many things to do since it's your first day of school." She cheerfully says.

Oh god! What did she just call me?! Arggggghhhhh! I hate that nickname! I'm really going to rip Jeanne's mind for always thinking about that name when my mother is around, when she know damn well that my mom is a mind-reader!

Oooops! Did I say that? Forget it! No? Why not?! Fine!!!

My name is Patricia Denise Barrymore. I'm 21 years old, black straight hair, natural tan skin, plump natural pinkish lips, long eyelashes and violet mesmerizing eyes with a ring of blue around it.

I pretty much finished college before. So the school my mom was talking about is Dream High.

Cute name right?.

Maybe the first thoughts that came to your mind are: popular guys, cheerleaders, bitchy sluts etc.

And thankfully...it's NOT

Dream High is a school for people like me. We have powers. Everyone in that school does, but today, they're gonna have to make an exception.

Yep! I don't have any power. At least none yet. I don't dream of having one. The only thing I always dream to have is my soulmate.

Each one of our kind has a soulmate. They will find each other in the right time. They are given challenges and if they don't pass, one dies. Preventing the multiplication of our kind.

Back to reality.

I shot straight up to my bed and into the bathroom. I took a 15-minute shower and dressed normal.

Normal for me is a gray Abercrombie shirt, pants and red Vans.

I'm not one of those girls who wear clothes that merely covers their fake butts and cleavage.

And for makeup... Just some mascara and lip gloss.

"Pat-Pat get down here and eat breakfast now. Just for a short period of time, stop fantasizing about your soulmate okay?" my mom shouted from the dining room with her super vocal cords.

My family is just the normal 4. My dad, Andrew Barrymore, can teleport. My brother, Matthew Blake Barrymore, is an elemental; fire. My mom, Jennifer Isabelle Barrymore, as I've said a while back is a mind-reader.

While I, don't have any power yet so I'm pretty much the baby of the family and I'll tell you what, I'm loving this. I never want to discover my power ever.

"Come on. We're gonna be late for school." Matt says.

Time to go to the hellhole -I mean school.