Madison's POV
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The dream started and ended, like any normal one. It wasn't a vision of the future... just a dream... of a boy. A boy my age... a boy that's kind... a boy that likes me for me.
"Hello?"
" Hello. Who are you. W-what's your name?" The boy asked.
The boy had fresh green eyes speckled with brown, his sandy blond hair was blown from left to right from the wind. He wore a plain white V- neck t- shirt and navy sweat pants. He looked like a guy from a movie. A perfect face, great personality and... just a great life... unlike me with a sister plotting to kill me one day and a dad who didn't care about my family and left us heart broken with nothing to spare.
"Madison... Maddie, and I-I don't know where I am. Who are you?" I felt as if I were floating towards him.
"Matthew, or Matt." He stood still and said.
"Matt..." I sighed.
I stared blankly at him. Not knowing what to say.
"Hey, Madison... Maddie... MADISON! WAKE UP." Matt suddenly screamed.
I jolted awake. I saw my sister standing beside my bed, arms crossed, staring at me with her eyebrows furrowed.
"What?" I yawned.
She gestured towards my donut shaped clock, that was half broken but worked just fine.
"Oh... OH MY GOD. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" It took me a minuted to process what she was saying.
I jolted awake for a second time. I was late... AGAIN. 5 tardies in a row.
This is not happening, no, not letting this happen. I scrambled out of bed, hitting my knee on the hard wood floor of my room.
"Shi-... Shiz." I stopped myself from swearing. Just because my sister would strangle me then kill me then kill me again if I did so.
My sister who's name is Sarah raised her not furrowed anymore eyebrows at me, still with her arms crossed, staring straight at me.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
I suddenly realized that I was already late for school and I do not want to make myself even more late!
I ran to the bathroom to wash up... my mind drifted off and away to the boy in my dreams.
YOU ARE READING
In Your Dreams
Teen FictionThey think... they know these are only dreams, the boy isn't real, either is the girl. "It's just a dream." They both said. "Just a dream, all a dream, it's not real, never going to be, still just a dream." What happens when they both meet?
