The Teachers Assistant

chapter 7 part 1

I flutter my eyes open and look around the room. I’m in my old bedroom back at home, back at the house that I grew up in. The house that I thought was burned down. I tried to get up, but I can't control my body. I can't move my arms and my legs. I can’t move anything. I'm trapped in the body and it's as if I'm paralyzed. Then, I get up but it wasn't me who told me to get up. I walk into the bathroom and I start washing my face and then brush my teeth. The whole time I’m yelling at myself to do certain things but my body's doing something different. I don't understand what's going on with me. What’s wrong? I must be in some kind of dream. I must be, I mean these things just don't happen. I start to get ready for, I guess, school and then my phone rings. I answer it and smile at the familiar voice I hear. It’s Mark.

“How are you on this lovely morning?” he asks, and I feel myself smile an even bigger smile.

“Pretty good. A little tired but I’m doing fine. How are you?” I ask him. I walk over to my closet and start to pick out some clothes.

“I’m doing great; of course I’ll feel even better when I get to see your beautiful face.” He tells me, I feel myself blush. “I'll be there to pick you up in about 5 minutes” he told me.

“Of course, of course! And I can’t wait to see you too. I haven't seen you for a whole week.” I tell him; well I really wasn’t the one who said it.  Was I really being one those teenage girls who always gush over their boyfriend? This is how I knew it was a dream. I would never gush over a guy like that. I wouldn’t even tell them I missed them. Heck I don’t even think I had a real boyfriend in high school other than Drake. In the dream I guess I don't know what's going on.  Mark and I talk for a while longer and then finally she hangs up. Thank goodness too! I was really getting sick of hearing all that mushy gushy lovey dovey stuff. Ugh!

After getting dressed, and me imaginary slapping myself in the face for picking out the hideous outfit that I did, I walked downstairs and grabbed an Apple off the table.

“eh, ehm?” I hear. I turn around and it’s my mother.

You don’t know how happy I was to see my beautiful mother again.  She was wearing a long white robe but her curly blonde hair, like mine, was down. It was longer then I remembered, going past her shoulders. Her beautiful eyes, that all of us Carter kids had, were shining. I haven’t seen her for years. She walks into the kitchen and she looks at me with a serious face.

“Are you serious Eve, an apple for breakfast? I slave over that stove to make eggs and biscuits and you won’t even eat them.” All three of us, Eve, mom and I, look over to the stove, but there’s not a crumb of food left in the bowls. “Wait a minute where are the biscuits, and the eggs? Oh, I know, it was your brothers Casper and Dean. CASPER, DEAN!!” she yells and not a moment later I hear the stomping of foot steps down the stairs.

I can't believe it. I really am in a dream. From the past my two older brothers, who are younger in this dream, come downstairs and they look at me with this devious smile.

“Sorry mom, I guess you didn't make enough food. We were just so hungry we ate it all, and some cereal, and the leftover waffles in the fridge. Sorry, we should of thought of Eve.” Dean says, running a hand through his long hair, I’m so glad he didn’t have that same hairstyle anymore, it made him look childish.

My mother was angry. She doesn’t hate them of course, but I can tell she’s angry at them for not saving me any food. Of course they always did that, I remember she always made enough food for ten people but my brothers always managed to eat all of it themselves.

“Look, now she has to eat an apple for breakfast.” she says. “I should have made more. How silly of me” I smile at them but I'm not the one smiling.