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32: A Cupcake For Everyone

32: A Cupcake For Everyone

Blizzards were a real inconvenience. When it was nearly midnight on December twenty third, there was about sixteen inches of snow on the ground. Emmett and I were in front of the TV, my eyes drooping heavily and him emitting the occasional snore as we watched the news.

"I don't think we'll get to go," he said tiredly. "There's so much snow."

"I'm going no matter what," I said, my face set in determination. "There's just the matter of how difficult it will be to get there. I will have to get a cab."

"There won't be any cars," he said. "There's an advisory. The roads aren't safe."

"Are they not going to have snowplows out?" I turned to look at him. "I have never let a little snow stop me from saying happy birthday. I'm going."

"Well, you aren't walking and there's a ninety nine point nine percent chance that the roads will still be covered in snow and ice. I don't know if the snowplows will be out because there is going to be more."

"There's still a point one percent chance that the snowplows will be out, then." He sighed, his eyes closing of their own accord. "The news isn't going to change. I'm going to bed."

He nodded. "Okay."

I made my way into my own room and crawled into bed, my eyes closing as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The sound of thunder woke me up. I looked at the clock to see that it was only five o'clock. The sound of thunder was too loud for me to sleep, though. I groaned and rolled out of bed, wincing when my bad leg landed a little harder than I meant for it to. It was dark in the room and outside. The occasional flash of lightening lit the whole room up, though.

I wasn't alone. My eyes widened when I saw Walsh standing in the corner, a sinister smile spread across his face. My mouth opened to scream for Emmett, but nothing came out. I turned to the window to run, but my feet were glued to the spot. Walsh walked closer, something in his hand glinting.

It was a shard of glass. "Please," I whispered as he walked closer. There was blood dripping down his hand onto the floor, leaving a trail of blood leading towards me. "I didn't mean to," I reiterated, my voice thick with tears. "I didn't mean to! I swear!" I was yelling, glued to my place while he advanced towards me.

I woke with a layer of sweat coating my face. Looking around frantically, I searched for the glass-wielding Pete Walsh, only to see the room empty and nearly filled with light. It was so bright. Outside, the Earth appeared to be completely covered in a shining white coat of snow. There were no clouds in the sky, so I assumed the storm was somewhat over. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve and stood, turning a complete three sixty to make sure I was alone.

I walked stiffly into the bathroom for a shower and looked around carefully. I felt nasty, but I knew it was just the thoughts of that dream plaguing my mind. I didn't know how I could remember it in such detail; I usually forgot about my dreams within the first two or three minutes of waking up.

I knew this dream would probably stick to my brain for a while. Maybe until Walsh left and Selena didn't see me as the most terrible person alive.

Well, other than her father, of course. She still loathed him, and for more than one reason after knowing that he was trying to kill me.

After my shower, I piled my wet hair into a very unattractive, knob-like bun on top of my head. My eyes had very dark bags underneath them. I didn't even know what time it was, but I knew I'd woken up a little late.

I looked into the drawer and found a package of cupcakes. Emmett had packed them and eaten about half the container, but there were still a few left. I wondered how he seemed like he watched himself so much when he ate, yet he still consumed about four cupcakes within one day.