"Quick, hide in here!" a voice whispered. Sarah squinted her eyes, but to no avail. The hallway was pitch black. Her breathing hitched as she heard angry shouting in the distance. "I can't, I don't know where-" A hand suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her back. She tumbled into a small closet and her head bumped into something hard. "OW! What the shucking hell that?" she said, feeling around to identify the object. "That was my knee. And you're welcome. Now shut up!" the voice whispered harshly. Sarah complied and quietly lifted herself off the floor. A small gasp escaped her throat as she heard the creature run past with heavy footsteps. The footsteps stopped and Sarah felt a lump grow in her throat. A hand grabbed hers and she braced herself as the creature walked towards the closet doors.
"SARAH! ARE YOU AWAKE YET? YOU NEED TO GET UP, GET DRESSED AND GET YOUR ASS TO SCHOOL! IT'S NEARLY EIGHT!"
The girl groaned at the thought of school, allowing herself to drift back into her previous dream state for a few seconds. Her ignorant bliss was short-lived, killed by the unapologetic yelling of her frustrated aunt. "SARAH-JAYNE MCCALL DON'T MAKE ME DRAG YOU OUT OF YOUR BED!" Deciding to avoid meeting a most painful death, she somehow found the strength to get herself out of her bed and out of her bedroom door, tripping over her clothes. After tumbling down the stairs, she came face to face with a handsome man with wavy blonde hair and vivid amber eyes. "Argh!" she fell down, yet again, at the sight of the stranger. But this time, he was there to catch her. "Sorry, I probably should have waited until Mel introduced me to you. I'm Ezra." Sarah was surprised to hear the stranger use her aunt's name so casually, but taking in the man's suave appearance, she realized who he was. Her aunt's best friend was a member of their local country club and had introduced her to Ezra, better known to Sarah as the 'sexy smart-ass' (as he was referred to by her aunt). She giggled as she thought of all the stories she had been told involving the man and her bold aunt.
"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture us together." Sarah turned around to see a well-dressed boy with dark brown hair, warm brown eyes and a dorky smile that made her melt inside. She was just about to give him a snarky comeback when he grabbed her hand and dragged her on to the dancefloor. She put her hand on his shoulder, allowing him to gently slip his hand around her waist. The tune of the song was vaguely familiar, but she wasn't really paying any attention to it, letting herself become distracted by the mysterious boy in front of her. "I'm sorry if I was a bit sudden, it's just that I've never seen anyone so beautiful before." Sarah smiled, trying to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. She hadn't been called beautiful by anyone before, let alone a chivalrous boy. He slid his hand further around her waist, bringing the two closer together. Their faces were so close, that she could smell the coffee on his breath.
"Hello? Earth to Sarah! Ground control to Major Tom! Do you want this or not?" Sarah sighed sadly at the dull reality that was her aunt standing before her and not the mysterious, dorky but relatively dapper boy of her daydreams. "Huh? Oh, yes please," she said, taking the steaming mug gratefully from her aunt's hands. She walked into the kitchen, carefully sipping her coffee on the way, only to have it spilled down her front. She had bumped into a hard object, that she correctly guessed was Ezra. "I am so sorry! I need to watch where I'm going."
"Don't worry about it, your Aunt told me about your constant distraction." In another world, Sarah would have slapped him and kicked his ass for his insolence but this was reality. Pushing past him, she grabbed her laptop, threw it in her backpack and stormed up to her room, slamming the door behind her and flinging herself on her bed.
"Ezra, don't do it. Please," Melissa begged. Sarah had her ear against the door, trying to make out what she could of the muffled voices. "I have no choice Mel, you know I don't want to."
"But you shouldn't have to do something you don't want to do. Stick up for yourself, tell that prick to go f-" she was cut off and the room went silent. It was then that Sarah began to hear the faint kisses between the two. She decided to intervene, pushing the door open and mentally preparing to tell them what she had seen.
Her Aunt burst through the door, stepping skillfully over the clothes strewn over the floor. "Sarah, why aren't you dressed? Are you really going to school in a coffee-stained tank top and Star Trek pajama bottoms?" She glanced down at her disheveled appearance and gently pushed her aunt out of the room. Grabbing her trusty black jeans, Pink-Floyd t-shirt and a black hoodie, she raced down the stairs and picked up her commando boots.
A knock came at the door. Sarah got up and walked to the door, unlocking the deadbolt and swinging it open to reveal the mysterious boy from her daydreams. "Look, I'm really sorry that I left you so abruptly last night, but I had to. Now I don't have much time to explain, but you need to trust me." With that he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.
"Sarah honey, you'd better get going or you'll be late!" Her aunt came into the room just as she finished lacing up her boots. She gave her a quick hug and a kiss and retreated back into the kitchen. Sarah hastily slipped on her backpack, getting up to leave when a knock on the door echoed through the quiet hallway.
YOU ARE READING
Visions
Romance'It was just a dream.' That's what we tell ourselves, right? In her case, it's reality. The tale of an ordinary girl with an extraordinary gift.
