Silver bells (NanoWrimo) (A holiday story)

All started with the dream

Most people have their own opinions on themselves being unique. Like a snowflake every thing has it's own unique pattern.

It has always started with falling snow ; A swirling dance of screaming silver. She would be walking through it and all she could even see was the gigantic cave in front of her. Though it would be very cold, all she could feel was pure warmth. She walked into the cave and keep going through the tunnel. The walls were lined with ice blue crystals; so shiny that you could see your reflection in them. At the end of the tunnel, she saw what no one would have ever seen in the middle of an eternal winter.

A 10 ft high water fall, landing into a Caribbean blue pond with a crash. Along with the crystals all around, there was lush greenery growing everywhere, along with bushes of many varieties of flowers. The smells were so enchanting.

On a whim of her own, she turns around. Walking up to her, was a boy with bright blue eyes and the biggest smile she ever saw shine.

He holds out his hand, "Come here, my Amelia,".

She takes his hand and is pulled into him, "Always," she replies.

They then go in for a kiss but,.....

BeepBeepBeep!

Her alarm then goes off, waking her up; 6 am on the dot. She gets up and stretches.

"O well, I guess it can't be helped," she sighs, rubbing her eyes and walks out of her room. For some reason it never went beyond that. And now that she was a teenager, she wanted to know about what happen next even more. If they kissed, what did it feel like and what happened next? But of coarse, above all else she wanted to know the events leading up to that point and who that boy really was.

She goes down the stairs, goings into the kitchen, turns the coffee maker on, and starts to make an omelette for her dad and her. She never knew her mom, and she was okay with that.

"Okay, let's get to it," she says opening all the drors with a flick of her wrist and starts to levitate the proper utensils, to help her with the cooking. She never thought twice on her special little gift that she found she had on her 5th birthday, years ago. She found it quiet handy actually. The ability to for some reason be able to move anything apart of a kitchen, from the utensils to any food. It made her go into cooking and she loved it ever since. No one knows about it though. She only ever spoke to her father, or if she had to answer a question or do a presentation in class. She was too afraid to say the wrong thing or express something wrong to someone, and because of that, she never had any friends. She would spend her time doing homework, cooking for the two of them and sometimes winning cooking contests to earn money for culinary school. She had her life planed out to the letter.

"Hey, sweet pea. Good morning," says her father, who is now coming into the room.

She quickly stopes levitating the utensils and picks them up herself, "Good morning dad," she answers.

"Today is your last day of school before Easter break. Aren't you excited?" he asks me.

"Of coarse I am dad, why would I not. You know how I love all the holidays," she inquires.

"That is true," he agrees.

Finishing her food, " I'll be out in a little while," she says to him. Putting her plate in the dish washer and she makes her way to the bathroom up stairs to have a shower and get into her school uniform.

25 minutes later:

Picking up her back pack, "See you later dad!" she yells and walks through the door. Her school was only ten minutes away so she always walked in the mornings.