I don't dream often, but I always remember when I do.
I wasn't sure what was going on. There was an obscure shape in front of me to my left, but I couldn't see it or catch up to it. For some reason, that broke my heart, to not be able to be near it. I ran faster trying to catch up. The paths between us were blocked. It hurt, being apart. I had almost reached him when another ocelot jumps into my path. My maker, hate surged through my body. He was blocking me. I attacked the other cat, using my claws to paw at their neck and ripping him out of my way. I leaped past and tried to catch up to the shape. Their path merged suddenly into mine, and I quickly retracted my claws. The shape was a boy. He had jet black hair that covered his brilliant hazel eyes. I wanted him. Why did I want him?
"Wait!" Wait what? What's wrong. The growling had started before I remembered the other cat. NO.
The last thing I head before I woke up were screams.
"RAAAAACCCCHHHHHEEEEELLLLLL!!!!! WAKE UP YOU LAZY ASS, PAIN IN THE BUTT, HUMAN DICTIONARY!!!!!!!!" Bre was yelling in my ear. I wasn't talking about her screams though.
"Noooo, no school I'm too tired. I'm sick. *cough cough*. None of my homework got done. My legs hurt. I have to take advantage of this nice, warm, bed." I moaned. To say I was not a morning person was an understatement. None of these excuses have actually worked but I have managed to fake being sick several times. I was contemplating enjoying my nice warm bed when suddenly my covers were ripped off my body and I was pushed out of my bed
"Shifters, you lazy bum, don't get sick. Now get up! I let you sleep in as long as I could." She whispered the first part in my ear. Then she started yelling and kicking me. Guess it was payback for our mini rendition of Romeo and Juliet where I kicked her in the ribs for extra credit. It was not my fault that they said do whatever feels right and right then she happened to be laying on the floor, sobbing like a child. Besides we got the highest grade by using only 1 prop, a doorway.
"Why are you even here? Can't you let me dream in peace or die in misery?" I wanted to do either right about now. Lying there in a tank top and boy shorts on my cold hard floor. I already knew that my sleep warmth had warn off the blankets so it was no use actually going back to bed. I heaved myself off the ground, and slid into my slippers before staggering into my closet.
"Because Ryan wants me to be with you today and show you the ropes. Find one of your many pairs of sweatpants and a light t-shirt. Oh and bring extra hair binders too. I have a feeling you will lose a few. Your parent's are already under the impression that you are sick, so they called in for you. We have exactly 20 minutes for you to get to Ryan's house." Grumbling I grabbed what she said, took a quick shower, and laid down on my closet floor for a nap.
"Plenty of time for me to take a nap then. I might as well not even try with make-up or hair since you are obviously planning on making me shift." I wiggled into the carpet a little farther. That is until Bre grabbed me by the pony tail and literally dragged me out of my closet.
"You are not allowed to mope. This is a no moping zone. Ryan said have her here by 8 and by god you will be on his doorstep at 7:59, and what the hell did you do to your eyes? They look like you stayed up all night crying."
"I went to bed as soon as I got home, but I might've been crying in my sleep. My dreams were really off, and sad. I'm not sure what it was but it was just... longing or something. I don't know it seems kind of stupid now." I wasn't lying to her really, my instincts just told me not to tell her everything.
"Well, right now I don't care. Grab your shit and a sandwich and let's go!" My cat didn't like her ordering me around, but I told her to suck it up because good friends don't let you mope when you fall down, the pick you up and toss you into the next wall themselves. I think they get a sadistic kick out of it, but that's just me.
