Dream On

Chapter 8: Cyan

Hey guys :D sorry this is not Spud Wilkinson but one of the co-authors. You guys are probably all just like "whaaat". I may probably have a different writing style but I promise I will try to keep this story as awesome as it was. If you don't like my writing style and if you don't want me to write in this story anymore, just let us know in the comments. Don't worry!!! I won't be offended or anything I would completely understand :D I just wanted to write Cyan's next chapter since I came up with the character (not to be conceited or anything). I will try my best!!! Okay I'll just shut up and write the next goddamn chapter.

P.S: Spud Wilkinson revised very little of this chapter like dialogue and detailing, but yea its mostly me.

Chapter 8

Cyan

The thought of moving still seemed so unreal in my mind. How could this even be possible? Why so sudden? You don't just make big decisions like that out of nowhere. I felt like screaming. Screaming my head off. Just the thought of leaving everything behind, what I love, hate, know, will just be memories in a while. I started drawing that dark haired boy from my recent dream carefully drawing his face as not to disgrace him. After a while my thoughts started to wonder...

"Why does this need to happen? Can't dad just call it off? It doesn't matter anyways, I have no power over this decision."

Crap. So what dad got a new job or a promotion or whatever? All I know is that we were all pretty fine here. In this town, and in this neighborhood. We wouldn't even know anyone there! I wouldn't know anyone there! What about school? Will they like me? Will they treat me bad? What about the teachers? And my neighbors? Will they be bothersome or kind?

Everything was just moving too fast. Like Superman and The Flash trying to see who's faster. I wish we could slow down for a second. Be a turtle for once, and be slow and still like a gentle stream.

I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to this neighborhood! Okay, honestly I didn't really get to know my neighbours that much. They were all either really old, or needed professional help from an A class psychiatrist or something. I would still miss this simple lifestyle in a remote town in the outskirts of the city.

But there were some special people. For instance Mr. Laney who would always tell his Siberian Huskies to shut up when I'm near. Or Mrs. McNoren, who saves a pack of Skittles Riddles everyday just for me when I pass by her candy shop. My friends? Man will I miss them! Sarah who had an imagination capacity of infinity and would always have something creative to say. Allie who was part time cosplayer part time stage actor.

But there was one friend who I would never forget to say goodbye to. Clara Owens. No it's not a guy. Were besties, as what our parents would say. We would always be together in school, chat online when we have time and sometimes to to gimmicks together with our gang. I was drifting away in my happy thoughts until I heard my moms voice downstairs.

"Cyan! You better start packing! We leave first thing tomorrow." Mom's shrieking voice startled me almost to a jump.

I also realized that I messed up the drawing of that cute dark haired boy I saw in my dream. Argh the face is too fat! Hair isn't even black! Eyes too big! Gah!!!

It was a mess itself to be honest. I was so deep in contemplation that I almost forgot who I was drawing. It didn't look like him at all, but oh well might as well keep it with my other dream drawings.

"CYAN START PACKING ALREADY! IT WON'T BE MY FAULT IF YOU LEAVE ANYTHING BEHIND" Ugh. Seriously.

"I'll get to it mom!" I shouted so my voice could reach the bottom of the stairs.