Sally and Petey

Chapter One.

I am falling.
The world slips past me as I cascade downward, through the sky. The wind feels as if it is cutting through me and I try to hug myself for warmth.
I am scared, for I didn't want to die. I tried to yell out, make my struggle apparent, but my efforts were fruitless. Every sound I tried to push out of my throat got stuck. And it seemed the more I tried, the more the words choked me.
I suddenly saw the ground coming up on me fast. I was picking more speed by the minute, falling as fast as my heart was racing. I tried even harder to scream than. This caused me to start choking, the words literally stopping my breathing.
"Why?" I thought in my mind. "Why did I deserve to fall and no one else?"
The ground was seconds away now. My lungs were screaming for air, wishing I would stop choking on my words. My mind raced through all the things I would miss.
Family.
Friends.
Anime.
Books.
Chocolate Cake!
Then, with tears in my eyes and a burning my chest, I hit the ground.

Thud!
My head connected with the wood. Pain flooded through my skull as I rubbed it. I sat there dazed for a moment, only to remember my dream and feel even more dizzy.
"Why did I even have that dream?" I thought. I always had good dreams. Dreams were I can fly. Dreams were I meet the man I was searching for. Dreams were everything goes right. I never, however, have nightmares like the one I just experienced.
It must have been all the fanfictions I had read the night before. I feel like most problems in my life lead back to fanfictions in some way.
I sighed and glanced over at my alarm clock. I looked at the time and cursed. It was only 4:00 am. I had at least two hours before I had to get up, but I didn't want to sleep. I was scared to death about having that dream again.
So, I did the logical thing you do when you can't sleep, read bad fanfictions.
I sat up and randomly started rummaging through my bed, gliding my hand around the darkness, looking for my phone which I had thrown somewhere in my bed. I got frustrated after a couple minutes of this and started to toss out pillows and stuffed animals.
Now, I could have turned on my lamp and found my phone with ease, but this was a matter of pride. If I couldn't locate a cell phone in a pitch black room, could I even call myself a teenager.
After a couple more minutes, my hand struck the smooth plastic of my phone case and I let out a yell of triumph.
A glimpse of light flooded into my room and I realized I had woke parents up with my triumph.
"Shit" I whispered, hoping they wouldn't come check on me. Then to avoid social interaction, I flipped over on my side, away from my door, and faked sleep.
This led to me actually falling into a dreamless slumber.

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My door creeked open.
"Honey, it's time to wake up. You wouldn't want to be late for the third time." Mom quietly teased.
I groaned in response so she would know I was awake and would leave me alone. It seemed a little harsh but I didn't feel like talking. Beside this is how most mornings went.
I also wasn't in the best mood. I hated weekdays. Being forced out of my safe, warm bed only to go to a place as torchous as school.
Why does school suck so bad, you may ask. Well it isn't the teachers. They're just boring as hell. It isn't the classes. They're fine, just really hard to actually care about. The thing that really made school suck were the students.
"I mean it. Get up!" Mom shouted, peeking back into my room after noticing my lack of movement.
"Fine!" I grunted back at her, bitterness clearly in my voice. Mom back away and started to head down the stair with the slightest bit of hurt on her face from my comment.
I felt a little guilty but it was quickly swallowed up by my hate for school as I crawled out of bed. My feet hit the floor but quickly gave out underneath me as I got tangled in my blankets and fell to the floor.
My face was the first thing to hit and I knew I was going to have a bruise on my forehead.
"Great" I muttered as I stood up and headed for my closet. I opened the door and looked inside. Clothes were strewn all around so I just grabbed the first outfit I spotted. Then, after slipping it on, I headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Nice of you to finally wake up." Mom scolded as she handed me a piece of burnt toast. I didn't say anything. I just walked away to get my backpack, scarfing down my peice of toast. It tasted terrible but I decided to hold back any comments.
"Can I walk to school today?" I asked my Mom, stepping back into the kitchen with my backpack and jacket in hand.
"Fine, but wear a jacket this time." She responded, not even bother to spare me a goodbye.
I sighed, throwing my jacket on and stepped outside into the cold. The wind was icy and remind me of my dream. That thought made me shiver as I ventured out to school.