Chapter 1:
I woke up dripping with sweat again, i've been having some nightmares these past few days and it's all the same scene, i looked at the clock and it's 5 minutes before it rings-- i always wake up 5 minutes earlier everytime i get the same dream or is it a nightmare-- atleast it saves me from being late from school.
i got up and went straight to the bathroom to wash up. i was combing my hair and i saw my reflection in the mirror-- i could still remember when my dad was still here, he used to tell me that i look alot like my mother, the color of her hair which is brown and her big pale blue eyes, the only feature that i got from him is his nose. i miss him. he died in a car accident when i was 7. now it's just me, my mom and, my younger brother, Erick.
as i was fixing my stuff, i heard someone knock on my door, "Angela, you better eat breakfast now or you'll be late" said the voice on the other side of my door, it was my mom "yeah, i'll be there in a minute" i replied even though i don't think she's still on the other side.
we live in this 3-bedroom apartment that my mom and dad bought when they thought of starting a family here in Sanver City, it is in the Northeastern United States, in southeastern Sanver State, approximately halfway between Washington, D.C. and Boston. the temperature here is pretty cold it's almost winter.
i went out of my room and walk through the hallway heading to the kitchen. mom was washing some dirty plates from last night, Erick was already sitted in the table and eating breakfast. "Goodmorning my dear sister" Erick said in a british accent. i stared at him for a while thinking why he's speaking like that "Mom, Erick broke again" i said, "for your Information, i will be joining the theater club, that is why i needed to practice my accent" Erick said with a smirk and still speaking in british accent. "okay" i said while rolling my eyes "anyway, i'll be walking to school today" i added "you're not taking the bus?" mom ask "its, pretty cold outside" she added worriedly "nope, i just wanna feel the humid, cold air" i replied. it's only 30 minutes walk to school, i just want to breathe fresh air and think why i'm having those nightmares. i don't really like the hot wheather, i like winter more than summer. it;s not that i hate summer it's just that i feel uncomfortable when it's hot.
while walking i could only remember a little part of the dream, in a very dark place i could see flames surrounding me, like a circle everything feels real, i could feel the heat in my skin but i'm not alone in the circle, i see a guy standing a few feet from me, though the flames are burning so bright i still couldn't see his face, it's like his face is full of shadows from something unknown.
