Dreamers

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1: Jessica

         I am startled out of my dreams about my real mother from my name being called up the stairs. I don’t really remember her. I was only ten when she died and she was sick for many years before that. I never really knew the real her.

         Jacen Marcus, my foster mother’s real son who was 17, shouted my name again, only this time followed it with, “If you are not downstairs and in the car in 5 minutes, we will leave with out you Jess!”

         Then it was my foster mother Mandy Marcus who screeched, “ Jessica Owens, get down here and eat breakfast!” I winced as the bird like sounds echoed off my small room’s walls, well my small room I share with the twins. Who are also known as Madisyn and Mayfawny Clark, the 14 year olds who enjoy disturbing my peaceful slumber.

         I reluctantly roll out of bed, but then I realize this is the first time in forever that the boy wasn’t in my dreams, but these thoughts were also rudely interrupted by my name. I wasn’t really sure who said it, but this time it left my ears ringing. So I stumbled sleepily to my closet and pulled my favorite jeans on, then a nice and comfy long sleeve t-shirt. I slipped on so maybe matching socks, and grabbed my backpack and my grey converse. I bounded down the stairs, two at a time, and then ran out the door. I slid into the front seat of Jacen’s car.

         “Cutting it close Jess,” Jacen murmured.

         “ I know, sorry. I get preoccupied with my dreams.” I attempted to explain.

         “Just try to speed things up, we can’t do this everyday.” He replies.

We pull up to the school and I hop out and pull my brother Adam out of the car, he’s small for a 12-year-old boy. He groans and sulks. He hates school. I mean no one really loves school, but he hates it more than most people, because he gets picked on for his size. So everyday was a struggle. I tell Madisyn and Mayfawny to hurry up otherwise we would be late. If we were late again it would mean detention, for all of us. Also Mandy would be furious, and furious is not pretty on her, but we were okay because we made it into our seats as the bell rang. This was normal for me, how life had been for a while now.

         Normal continued on day after day, but my dreams of the boy were getting shorter and shorter, I kept waking up at 3 in the morning thinking it was time to get up. I began to wonder about my dream boy and if he was real, would he really save me as he promised in my dreams every night. He always aid the same thing right before I woke up. “I will save you, I promise.” I wasn’t exactly worried if he would save me or not I was more worried about what I needed to be saved from.

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