That One World

Chapter One

"Alex, get your ass over here! Tell me I look good in these jeans please," my best friend Shaylee was giggling as she posed in front of the long mirror in her room. "Seriously though, do they make my butt look good?"

"Yes jerkface. They do make your ass a bit more tasty. Is that what you wanted?"

"Of course." Her butt did actually look good in those jeans she just got from New To You. We're definitely secondhand store kind of girls. I love Shaylee, she's like my sister. I've known her all the way from 4th grade when she pushed down a girl who was stealing my hair tie right from my hair. All the way to now, my 12th grade year. We've been best friends all through everything. Her sparky attitude scored her well with the guys, along with her long blonde hair. Her soft brown eyes kill them. Every time. You wouldn't believe how many free concert tickets, movie passes, club admissions, and everything else we've gotten because of her killer look. I've been told that I could make the guys drop dead too, but I don't believe it. I'm too ordinary.

"Why don't you try on those new shirts I just got? Stop moping."

"IM NOT MOPING," I said, hopefully for the last time. "I'm over it. Shane was a little bitch anyway."

"He dumped you a week ago. You're better off anyway." Which was true. He was definitely not the one for me. I could just feel it. Actually, the only reason I've been quiet lately was because of these dreams I've been having. I fall so hard into these dreams sometimes I can't tell if it's reality or not. It's always the same thing, I'm walking through some sort of weird forest, a calming presence behind me, but I never look back. I keep walking until I see a clearing. I stay at the edge of the field and begin chanting some poem or something, but I can never remember it when I wake up. Then I remember the feeling of utter terror, and that's what wakes me up. Every time.

"Well I still want you to try on those shirts for me." Shaylee's voice snaps me out of my reverie. I shake it off, smile, and get up to try on her New To You shirts. Just another day. Just my boring life.

Or that's what I thought.