Nightmares

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I kicked the door open. It's hinges squeaked and the bottom scraped the splintered floor. I pretended like it didn't actually hurt my bare foot, and I stomped in, fuming, it wasn't fair. Nothing was fair!  I flung my old duffel bag on to the twin bed with my faded pink pillows and blankets. It made an awful groan, and sunk a bit, then I did what I always did when I was mad, I slipped silently underneath the bed. It was my secret little hiding place. I was greeted with the familiar smell of dust and mold. I just layed there for a moment, tears streaming out my eyes. I never did anything anymore. Annie, Molly an I, had all planed a sleepover for tonight, and I even told my mom! That surprised even me. She told me it would be fine to go. I replayed the scene in my head. "Yes honey, just be back before nine in the morning," I was all ready to go today, but no. She changed her mind last minute, and told me to go to my room, without even giving an explanation! I curled up even smaller. I just lay there, on the cold hard floor. Dakota got to go to his sleep overs, in fact he never missed one. How come mom let him go? I was way more responsible then him!
  "Fine then," I said to myself, a hint of a sniffle still lingering. I snuck out a lot, I could do if again. I backed out of my little cave, and stood in such a rush, I got dizzy. I went over to the window and to my suprise, it was already dark. The paint chipped underneath my hands as I tried to pull up the window. I strained, but it wasn't budging. I didn't understand. I had always been able to pull up my tiny window in my tiny room. I let out an exasperated sigh. I let my hands fall to my side, and just stared, frustrated, out my window. I just imagined how much fun they were having without me. I dragged my old, ripped, purple chair to the window. The rip was from Dakota, even though that happened such a long time ago, it fed into my anger more. My mother always insisted that I throw if out, but I never did. I loved my purple chair. I sat, and put my head in my hands. Outside of our house wasn't any better then the inside. Graffiti littered the walls of the nearby houses. Our sidewalk was less of a sidewalk, and more of a trail. The street lamp that lit our dirt road flickered, and flashed. That was unusual. The street light was about the only thing that worked properly on our street. I lifted my head out of my hands, and watched. It flicked more, and created odd shadows on the sides of the houses, and on the road. Suddenly, the light was out. All was dark outside, I could hear some sort of walking, only it was weird, and off the beat of normal walking. It sounded more like something heavy being dragged.mThe light popped on again and for one moment, everything was quite. That moment ended before I wanted it to. Everything happened so fast. I heard the falling slam of our screen door. I looked down and to the right, where are screen door had opened. I had a clear view of our door from my second floor room. My mother stepped out. She looked more rugged then ever. Her hair was a mess, and her floral dress flapped in the cold gale.
   "Moma?" I yelled out at her through the glass. I wasn't yet concerned, just curious, I became concern when she didn't respond. Maybe she just didn't hear me. She was staring at something. Was it the light post? She probably saw the flickering too. I shifted my gaze to the light post. My eyes widened at what I saw. The small bulb inside the lamp post was growing bright my the second, it looked like a bit of the sun had fallen in the lamp. It was so bright I shielded my eyes with my arm, but the light seemed to pass right through it. Just as it came, it was gone.

      "Juney!" I heard calling me, it sounded so familiar.
      "Juno!" Again, was it really her?
      "Moma?" I wispered. She was alive? I flung myself up. I was in my bed. I was soaked in sweat, my hair was flat against my forehead. The blankets on my bed were tight and twisted. I looked up and to my slight disappointment, I saw my friend Akira and my brother, Dakota. Not my mother. Expressions of worry were written all over there faces. They sat on the foot of my bed. Akira held a lantern close to my face.
      "Nightmare?" Akira says calmly, She moves forward and begins to pull my wet hair back from my face and into a braid. Never quite meeting my gaze.
      "Same one." I almost whisper, trying to keep the almost crying feeling inside. Not meeting hers either.
      "Again?"
      "Yeah." I wanted them to stop, I had the same nightmare every night for the last year. It was even more strange that they started now, considering it all happened four years ago, when I was nine. Every time I did the same thing, nothing. I just sat and watched as my life was torn right from my hands. Just because I was mad that I couldn't got to a stupid sleep over. With my dumb friends, as soon as I told them that I was going to an orphanage, they dropped me like a hot coal. Their mothers had told them about how terrible and bratty little orphans are, they didn't want anything like that.
      "You should see Ms. Sulek" Akira said more pain creeping into her blue eyes.
      "No, that's a bad idea." I said, all to knowingly.
"Last time I went there she almost sent me to the mad house." Dakota said, only half joking. Dakota always joked, almost to much. I love Akira, but Dakota had always been my best friend, especially after we moved to the orphanage.e balanced out Akira's seriousness.

  Ms. Sulek was supposedly the orphanages counselor, but it didn't seem like it. She was the sort of person who thought they children shouldn't exist, and definitely shouldn't be any of her business. If you went to her, there was a good chance she would send you to the looney bin.

There was nothing else to talk about, I knew they both wanted to help me. I had it worse then them. Sure, Akira parents left her here, and of course Dakota and I both missed our mom ,but I knew my mom more then Dakota, and she didn't want to leave me here. So Akira and Dakota, went back to bed, only we all knew that I wouldn't be sleeping.

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