Dance of my Dreams

Why not me?

It was a dark, moonlit night. The stars were glowing, fighting to be the brightest one in the sky. I was outside, standing on the balcony, leaning over the edge. I was admiring the beautiful garden that stood below. The sound of laughter and joy echoed through the courtyard. Couples linked arms as they journeyed through the castle. They looked deep into each other's eyes, arms wrapped around each other. They looked so happy. I wanted that happiness. I knew that happiness was what I had felt that night as I  danced with the most amazing man I had every laid eyes upon. He was handsome and charming, he knew how to dance and he made me feel like I could conquer the world. As these thoughts danced around in my head, I slowly turned around and there he stood. That same guy I had been so close to on the dance floor. This boy had shaggy brown hair just above his ears accompanied by sparkling green eyes with dark, long eyelashes. He looked as though he had made my dreams come to life. I only had moments to admire his stature before it happened. He turned his head and looked deep into my eyes. My palms became sweaty and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. He took a step forward and my stomach lurched. He continued moving forward until he was about one foot away from my face. I could sense him leaning in. Naturally, I began leaning in as well. I could feel his breath on my cheeks and we slowly tilted our heads. Our lips were seconds from touching when... 

"Abigail*!" My mom yelled up the stairs. My eyes opened, squinting at the sun shining through the blinds. It was a nice, cool September morning. The weekend was over and a new week was starting. I looked around. There were stars. No moon lighting the sky. The only thing surrounding me was the dark purple walls of my bedroom. I sat up in my bed and stretched. That dream had really set the tone for a good day. Or so I thought. I looked at my alarm clock and it said 7:20. I had overslept! The beautiful gorgeousness of that dream boy was too strong for my alarm clock to wake me from deep sleep. I had exactly 7 minutes MAX to get ready for school and head out the door. I jumped out of bed, threw on my faded jeans and sprinted to the bathroom. I threw my hair up in a messy bun, practically falling off my head. I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I bolted down the stairs, grabbed a pancake from the plate my mom had by the stove and booked it to the bus stop. I barely made it. I scrambled up the stairs and sat down in the front row. This was where I usually sat. No one ever really made an effort to sit next to me. I was just an average 17 year old girl. My face was oval and spotted with freckles. I had dark brown hair that was as straight as a stick and even darker brown eyes. I was fairly skinny and I didn't have the best style but I was alright. No guy ever really took the time to talk to me. 

The ride to school was very uneventful. The occasional spit wad hitting me in the back of the head was a regular occurrence. The bus driver and I talked and talked until the last kid was picked up and we were at the school. I could never understand why someone would want to be a bus driver. Why would you want to drive these bratty teenagers to school everyday? I always felt sympathetic towards them. The bus came to a screeching stop at the front of the school. The doors creaked open and everyone stood up and about trampled me as they tried to get out the door. That was the downside to sitting up in the front. 

As I cautiously walked down the bus steps, I noticed something different. I felt a chill. I couldn't really explain this phenomena better than it was a sudden rush of warm but cold air. It left me feeling giddy, excited, hopeful. It was one of the strangest things I have ever experienced. I didn't think much more of it than that. I shook it off and skipped down the last few steps. I had a sudden bounce in my step which wasn't unusual, just surprising considering how my day had started. 

As I walked into the school, I remembered my dream. I had forgotten all about it until that moment that I opened the front doors. Why then? Again, I felt that sudden chill. I looked around, checking to see if anyone else was reacting to this strange feeling. No one. I began my ascend up the stairs to the library, one of my favorite places to be. Once I reached the library, I walked over the railing in the hallway. I leaned over the edge and admired all my peers. I noticed how different everyone was and the fate that everyone is destined to. I thought about myself. What was my fate? What was my destiny?