Dream Clouds

Dreaming out Loud

Chapter 1

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"You're just digging your own social grave."

I rolled my eyes and tapped the bottom of the pile of papers on the table, making them neat.

"What is it with you and my social life? Worry about your own." I complained, nudging past the oblivious student on his phone.

"Look, I'm already popular. You on other hand need some improvement." Parker giggled, following behind me. I rolled my eyes and felt my cheeks turn pink.

I stuck the stack of papers in the library's famous 10 ft. tall filing cabinet and plopped into my favorite spinning chair behind the library's front desk.

I spun the chair in circles, around and around, and giggled, loving the dizzy feeling rushing in my entire body.

"God, Valentine you're like a 5-year old." Parker grumbled. I ignored him and squealed as the chair rolled across the floor. I pulled my leg out from under my butt and slammed my foot on the floor before I hit a wall.

"You're no fun." I said, furrowing my brow at the sight of Parker typing at his phone. He raised his eyebrow and smirked but never raised his hazel eyes to look at me. I smiled and reached over and ruffled his messy hair before I turned to face the large high school library. Only about 15 people were in here and half of them were on their phones. I sighed and leaned back in the large chair and closed my eyes...

I stood in a small room, only mirrors. I gasped but only a squeak came out. I snapped my eyes back and forth, trying to ignore my reflection taunting me. My reflection wasn't doing what I did like usual, but the reflection me stood holding 2 keys. One black, one white.

Reflection me threw the black key at a mirror wall behind me and the mirror shattered. I stood trembling. Reflection me then threw the white key at a mirror and the key shattered this time.

"Ahem."

Someone clearing their throat at the other end of the desk pulled me out of my dream. I snapped my eyelids open and sat up straight and squinted at a blurry guy staring straight at me. I blinked a few times and a tall, blonde, shaggy haired boy with blazing green eyes cleared into my vision.

He grinned and leaned on the desk, making his face very close to mine. He grinned and I raised me eyebrow. Who was this guy?

"Hey," he whispered. "you think I could get a hall pass?"

"What for?" I mumbled, backing up and reaching for the drawer which had a notepad filled with hall passes.

"Well, I got band practice, you know? And I don't wanna get in trouble walking out of the school."

I dropped the notepad back in the drawer and rolled my eyes.

"Look," I whispered, avoiding eye contact. "I don't know what you think makes you so special but unless you have a note from a teacher, you're not getting a hall pass."

The blonde guy just stood there, face no longer smug but it seemed confused and annoyed. He squinted his eyes and looked me up and down.

I smiled, me being the smug one now, and wiggled my fingers in his face.

"Bye-bye." I whispered in a mocking voice. He stared at me a minute more and then his face softened and he winked at me before walking out of the library, not bothering to stop the double doors from slamming.

"Beautiful jerk." I mumbled under my breath.