I looked out at the sea. The gentle breeze brushed salty water into my face, the bitterness made me feel sick. The moons glow lit up his face as I turned to look at him. He smiled at me, his pearly white teeth bared.
"You know what, Perrie?" He said. "I think I might just love you."
Suddenly, the whole scene became a nightmare. The once calm sea erupted into a giant wave that swept me up and pulled me into the sea. I tried to swim back to him. I could see him struggling to get to me, to pull me out of the waves. But then, another girl approached him from behind. Her long red was waving in the wind and her purple eyes shone in the moonlight. Her skin was flawless, like porcelain and her lips were painted bright red. She pulled him towards her and went in for a kiss, his purple eyes flicked towards me struggling in the sea and he lent into her...
I wake up screaming. My lungs feel like they're on fire. I'm covered in sweat and my blanket has been thrown on the floor. I sit up and breath heavily. I can hear my mum running down the hall to check on me. She has gotten into a routine of doing this every night at about four. I've been having this dream every night for exactly 360 days. Mom thinks it'll stop in five days. That I'm just worrying for my birthday. But I don't see the link. Why would I be dreaming about some mystery boy with purple eyes because of the Event. The Event is where you decide what job you will have for the rest of your working life and you only get one choice. This happens when you are 15, the adult age and it is considered as the most important event of your whole life. To be honest, I'm not scared of the Event. My older sister, Katia, had hers two years ago and she got her dream job. But my Mom thinks that it's normal to be scared of the Event. She wound up as a maid, and she hated it. It makes sense to think that I will end up the same as her because families tend to all get the same Vocation. Katia didn't end up a maid, so I'm hoping I don't either.
I get up out of my bed and throw on my unattractive uniform. We have to wear a bright blue and orange jumpsuit until our Event, when we're allowed to upgrade into a red and black jumpsuit. They are both as disgusting as each other, but anything is better than looking like a bruised orange every day. I traipse down the stairs and into the kitchen where my Mum is waiting for a cup of coffee from the drink dispenser.
"Hi sweetie" she greats me like everyday. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine, Mom." I reply, sitting down onto one of the hard stools.
She nods at me, collects the coffee and sits down beside me.
"Didn't you have any dreams last night?"
"No." I lie. I don't want her to worry about me. She has enough to think about. "Anyway, where's Katia?"
"She went to work. You know how busy she is." Mom replies. She takes a sip of her coffee. I can feel the warmth from it blow into my face. I look up at the clock. It's half eight.
"Well, I've gotta go. See you later Mom." I say as I get up from the stool and grab my satchel from the hanger on the wall.
"See you later, Perrie. And don't do anything stupid.Please."
