Dreams (Book one of the Dreams trilogy)

Chapter Three

AN~

This is the song that Nova plays in the shower. Its truly a great song, so check it out! Also the words in the {}'s are the translations for the Spanish and whatever else language i decide to throw in there.

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Nova jumped awake, a burning sensation on her stomach. She lifted her shirt to see the large scar that spanned halfway across the smooth surface of her stomach that she got from a car accident when she was younger.

When Nova was ten, she got into a horrible car accident with her parents and older sister, Abrielle. A drunk driver slammed into Abri's door, killing her instantly. She was seventeen. During the crash, a piece of metal scraped across Nova's side. It took thirty stitches and a tube of superglue to close, leaving an ugly scar in its wake.

They were a tightly knit family before the crash. One of those 'perfect' families, minus the picket fence. The crash ripped a hole in their fabric that could never be mended. The family hadn't been the same since.

Nova rubbed the scar as if to sooth it, to smother the fire that the dream caused. She stood up, walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. She plugged her phone into the speakers that sat on the counter. She pressed shuffle on her music and the first song it played was one of her favorites, 'Lighthouse' by Hearts&Colors.

Nova sang to each song as they played through the speakers. The songs ranged from heavy metal to smooth jazz. She loved every type of music out there. Abrielle used to joke that Nova was a child of Apollo, the Greek and Roman God of the arts.

Nova stepped out of the shower after she was finished washing her dream away. She wrapped the fluffy white towel around her and walked into her room, walking to her wardrobe. getting dressed for the day in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a fall out boy muscle tee. She braided her long dark hair into two twin dutch braids. She went downstairs putting on her Adidas high-tops and grabbed her keys that hung on a hook next to the front door and was on her way to the mall.

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As soon as Nova got to the mall her stomach growled so she went straight to the food court. Nova bought herself a small cookie dough ice cream cone and found a seat away from the crowd. She watched as people walked past her, some with family or friends, others with their romantic interests. She sighed, wishing she wasn't so lonely.

A few minutes later, Nova threw the napkin from her ice cream in the trash. She started walking towards the nearest bookstore, which is always a bad idea. Last time she went into the bookstore, she almost fought an old woman for the only copy of The Shadowhunter's Codex the store had, after almost buying out the whole place.

Nova had what you would call, a book addiction. She had this unquenchable thirst to read. She read anything and everything, just like her with music. It was rare that you'd see Nova's face not buried in a book.

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Three hours and two hundred dollars later, Nova returned home. It was just about dinner time, around five thirty. As soon as the brunette opened the door, her nose was attacked by the most mouthwatering sent. Her mother's homemade Spanish pizza.

Clarissa was born and raised in Spain, coming to America when she was barely six. She has a whisper of an accent left from her time there. The whole family knew the language, speaking it only when Clarise's family visited.

Nova walked into the kitchen, walking over to the sink where Clarise stood.

"Hey mama!" Nova said, kissing her mother's cheek.

"Welcome home Hija." Clarise said over her shoulder as she did the dishes.

Nova set her keys on the key rack. She sat in one of the dining room chairs and began removing her shoes, placing them on the shoe rack once she got them off.

"Go wash up, dinner will be ready in cinco menutos."

Nova walked up the stairs and into the bathroom, setting her duffle onto the counter. She removed her gym clothes and put them into the laundry shoot.

By the time Nova got there, her mother already had the table set and was at the oven taking out the pizza.

"Marcus! Get your ass down here!" Clarise yelled as she sat down at the head of the rectangular table, Nova sitting on her right.

Not even thirty seconds later Nova's father walked into the kitchen wearing a grease stained shirt and jeans. As he passed Clarise, he kissed her cheek.

"Smells good Clarie, as always." Marcus said sitting down across from Nova.

The family held hands.

Nova looked at the end of the table, at the empty seat that was once filled long ago. There, as always, was a plate set for the deceased family member. Nova's mother insisted that Abriana should always have a seat at the table, no matter the circumstances. Nova felt the familiar pang and the burn that followed whenever the thoughts of her sister aroze.

Clarise closed her eyes, lowered her head, and began speaking. "Por lo que estamos a punto de recibir, que el Señor nos haga verdaderamente agradecido. Amén." { "For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful. Amen."}

"Amén." Nova and Marcus chorused, then began to dig in to the amazing smelling food in front of them.