Your Fantasy, Her Reality

Chapter 1

I was there, and he was close. I was in a blooming meadow, with flowers that made the ground pop with color and life. With a deep blue sky with minimal clouds surrounding it, no trees, no pathways, just the flowers and us. I didn't know where this meadow was. I didn't know who the male figure, which was some distance away from me, was. I had no prior knowledge of this place, yet I felt like I had been there before. I was calm, relaxed, safe. He faced me. Even though light was surrounding us, I couldn't see his face. I could only see the fair skin showing from his sleeveless black shirt. He was also wearing black jeans and regular converses. He looked completely normal, other than his face, yet something was still off; maybe because He didn't try to talk.

He just stood there, but so did I, but then the sound of a women's voice started haunting my soul. I heard every crack in the voice. The more my name was said the louder it was. Until I opened my eyes and realized it was all a dream.

I woke up to my mom opening up my curtains revealing my face to the morning sun, when she saw I was awake she informed me that breakfast would be ready in just a few minutes. It was only me and her, my father passed away when I was ten. It was Sunday morning, and tomorrow would be my first day at my new school.

Earnwood High, an old, historic building now used for teen's learning purposes. My mom had gotten a job offer at the hospital in the small town, and of course she took it. We ended up moving close to the hospital to avoid any problems with time. It was my sophomore year, and the worst time to move. I had never had a forte for making friends, and in my old high school I just stayed with the small group I had in middle school. I knew my time in this school would have to be spent alone. I'm not ready to change from a wall flower to a social butterfly. Even though no one knew me here, and it would make it much easier to change. I still felt like I could never do that, it would have been too hard.

After looking through my phone for a few minutes, I finally got out of my bed and went to my mirror. My ice blue eyes pierced the mirror, well, that's what I thought they did. Everyone thought they were beautiful, but to me, they just were ice. Not that I minded though, they had been with me through my life so I had gotten used to them. My hair is long and thick, I have asked my mom if I could cut it more than one inch, but she didn't allow me. I love my mom, but she sometimes tries to live through me. My hair is one of the ways she does that. The only thing I was allowed to do with it was change it from its light brown color, to an ambry from a dark to light purple. My skin was almost like snow, it has never seen the beach, because of my mom's work we could never go too far from the hospital she would work at. I didn't mind my look. I felt that somehow the look suited me. I brushed my hair, and then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and wash my face.

After my morning routine I went downstairs to find three pancakes in a stack calling my name. "Here you go sweetheart."

My mom says. I reply with a small squeak as my thank you and walk into the dining room to find only two of the four wooden chairs that complement the wooden table arranged. The room had boxes lining up on the walls going into the open living room that had nothing set up in it. No painting hung on the beige walls of the house. It looked so empty yet filled at the same time. My mother had come into the room shortly after me and started the conversation "so how did you sleep."

"Peacefully."

I smile." What about you?"

"okay, I had a strange dream though, I can't remember the whole thing, but it was about..."

I drifted off and started thinking about my dream. It was strange how I still remembered almost every detail so perfectly. Usually people would have forgotten by now, but I had remembered. I can still remember how the light hit his face, how black hair stopped right before touching his ears, and how it swayed in the warm breeze. I remember how I just stood. I stood there just looking. Not thinking, not doing, and not saying.

My train of thought was broken when my mother asked me a question. "So did you have any dreams last night?"

"No."
I lied. "Well, tonight brings another opportunity."

I smiled back at what she said to let her know I was listening. Then I finished my breakfast, cleaned my plate and headed up into my new room to unpack the rest of my things.

My room was the last room on the second floor hallway. The first was my moms, the second was a guest room, and the third was a bathroom. The hallway was small, so it didn't look like something you would see in a horror movie. If we just put up some paintings and other decorations, I feel that the gray walls would be complete. I step into my pastel pink room, it had been a nursery before we moved in, hints the color. All that was set up was my long mirror, desk, and bed. My favorite part about the room had to be the balcony, the twin doors leading to the outside was the first things I noticed when we went to the open house. I was delighted when my mom told me that I could have this room. I knew that after placing a bookshelf, a bean bag chair, and some more painting in this room, the look would be complete.