Don't Forget to Remember Me

The Beginning to an End

"Willie help! She's trying to steal my shoe!" Allyson, a hyperactive little girl around the age of six, cried out. She was running around the playground, weaving through groups of her excited peers like a lost kitten who's had one too many energy drinks.

"Ally where are you!" Her best friend screamed in panic, worried the evil mastermind, Professor Delilah, would get to her before he could, and more importantly, swipe the best and rarest converse in the world. He recalled helping her create them and saving money to buy them.

"Wil-AHHH!" She was interrupted by a pair of tiny grubby hands grabbing her and covering her mouth. Her high-pitched shriek alerted Will and he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"Let her go," he snarled, but it appeared to be no use, because Professor Delilah just laughed and shook her head.

"Pathetic boy, you should know that you're no match for my amazing powers. I will have the best shoes in the world or else I will kill anyone in my way," she ranted to Will, who had an amused expression

"Dyll Pickle, D, Ally needs help!" He gave out the code, to which an over-excited girl and an out-of-breath boy arrived a few seconds after called. They quickly took position and searched for danger, their eyes stopping on Delilah.

"Let her go!" They screamed at Delilah, fully prepared to attack her. Some of the groups turned to look at their so-called 'stupidity'.

"Never!" She screeched before Ally bit her arm and wriggled free. The group of 'superheroes' cheered and jumped. Before they could finish celebrating, the bell to cue school had rung, startling the group in the process. Slowly, the group began to separate and head back to class.

"Love you Willie," Ally announced and hugged Will before taking off.

"Love you too Ally!" Will screamed, causing confused teachers to look at him before shouting over the bell.

"Will, wake up," they started, "wake up Will!" All of a sudden Will began shaking violently.

"Ally help me. I don't know what's going on! Something's happening! Ally where are you!"

When I woke up from that dreaded nightmare/dream thing, I was cold and sweating, not something I want to be in the morning, with my mom hanging over me with a concerned, yet relieved look on her face.

"Honey, are you okay?" My mom asked in her over-concerned mother voice, trying to hide the anger of having to wake me up this morning before continuing, "Did you have a dream about her again? Do you want to stay home?" Though she was in her mid-forties, mom still looked young and beautiful. Her long, golden blond hair was pulled up into a neat bun and she wore very little make-up, if she wore any at all. I was going to scream at her until her loving presence hit me and I started to relax.

"I'm fine mom. I just wish I could see her again," I sighed before running my fingers through my dirty-blond hair. I started crawling out of bed before she managed to stop me.

"Honey, are you sure you want to go to school?" Even though I never confirmed the theory, she knew my motives and her protective side kicked in.

"Mom, she would want me to go so I can write about it," I continued to crawl out of bed, ripping my body out of her arms and started to slip out of my plain white tank top.

"Okay, but if you changer your mind just call and I will get you," my mom said before hurrying out the door, not wanting to see more of me and my muscled body. I chuckled before getting ready to take a shower. I quickly took out my superhero t-shirt and ripped blue jeans I got the other day at Oldies, the thrift shop that Ally and I used to shop at. I smiled at the memories flooding back to me, consisting of us running through the building playing hide and seek and scaring the employees and costumers. I really missed her, but knowing her she would insist that I lived my life and thought of her as a memory. I slid off my clothes and hopped in the shower, letting the hot water run over my body as I thought about her.

"Willie, let's hide in this rack. I can see somebody coming over here," a preteen Allyson whispered to her giggling friend. It was hot for mid-June, considering they were in Colorado, at a record-breaking 108 degrees, and the two trouble-makers decided to scare the people shopping at their hangout, Oldies, the local thrift shop.

"If we hide in the dress rack, we can get them real good," her best friend whispered back in his horrible impression of a southern accent. A small slur of giggles and shushing erupted from the odd pair as they snuck and hid in the dress rack.

"Pickle monster!" they screamed, nearly making the customer scream in fear and don a confused expression at their choice of words.

"Promise me we'll do this again, and keep it only between us," she said, sticking out her pinky finger And giving him pleading eyes.

"I promise. Love you, Ally."

"Love you too, Willie."