Watch The Skyline [Hiatus]

Chapter Seven - Who Is He? [Rewritten]

"Dude, wake up."

Mackensie could feel her body being grabbed at and shove, prompty causing her to break from her dream and wake up. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, groaning.

"The bell's gonna ring in like, two minutes. Let's get out of here before the teachers come back," Tanya said, walking towards the door and peering out its window.

"Ugh, yeah, yeah," Mackensie replied. "I had a really weird dream."

Tanya quietly opened the door and the two friends quickly left to go and hide out in the bathroom for the rest of the two minutes. Besides empty classrooms, empty bathrooms were their backup hideout spot. There was no one there since the cafeteria was on the first floor and no one was allowed to come to the second floor. The only reason why Mackensie and Tanya were able to stay on the second floor was because their lockers were there and they never went downstairs like they were supposed to. 

"What happened?" Tanya asked as she walked over to a sink and started primping herself in front of the mirror. Mackensie stood by one of the stalls and leaned against it, watching her friend in the mirror. "In the dream, of course."

"I was in some weird house from like, the fifties or something," she answered, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to recollect everything. "There was this one room and I went into and there was a picture of a guy at the window. He was wearing a military uniform and--"

"Oh god," Tanya interjected, sounding almost sarcastic. "Are you having weird dreams because of that pocket watch?"

The pocket watch was far from her mind. Mackensie stopped talking and suddenly remembered that the watch itself was still in her hand. She forgot that she had been holding onto it while she napped. She stared at it in the palm of her hand and pressed open the huntercase.

She stared at the picture of Arthur Pierce for a while, suddenly realising that he and the man in the portrait she picked up in her dream looked extremely alike.

"I'm not obsessed with this thing, I just got it yesterday," she said. "But the guy in this picture does look kind of similar to the guy in my dream..."

Tanya laughed as she fixed a bow in her hair. "Dork."

"Stop calling me that," Mackensie whined. "But anyways, yeah. I picked up the picture and then you woke me up so I don't know what else would have happened! But isn't it weird that the two guys look alike?"

"They're just dreams, Mackensie," Tanya said as she finished up and turned around to face her friend. "You're excited about owning your first antique so you're just dreaming about it , too."

Before another word could be spoken on the matter, the bell rang and lunch was over. The footsteps and chatter of the students could be heard ascending up the stairs. Annoyed already by just the sounds of the oncoming stampede, Mackensie and Tanya quickly exited the bathrooms to go out into the hallways before the crowd came and go to their lockers to get their things.

For the rest of the day the pocket watch and the dreams weren't mentioned again, and everything went by as it normally would up to the end of last period. After chatting with a few other friends and saying goodbye, Tanya and Mackensie accompanied each other on their walk home until they too had to part (Tanya's house came up a few streets before Mackensie's did). 

"See you tomorrow!" They said to each other as Tanya waved and walked up to her porch.

"Bye!" Mackensie called out, continuing her walk. She pulled out her MP3 player and plugged in her earphones to start listening to music now that she was alone.

She started thinking about the man in the portrait again, wondering why he looked like Arthur. Maybe it's a younger version of Arthur? she said to herself. Nah...

Luckily enough for her, she'd soon be able to find out the answer in another dream.