Not Only in My Dreams

Ch 1.) The dream

My dreams, they always seem so real... almost as if they were a memory once I'm awake. However, after this dream, I knew for a fact it was not a memory. I knew I had never seen her angelic face before. She was just too beautiful for me to have forgotten about her until now.

In this dream I was in a high school, only it wasn't my current high school. The hallways were all set up differently. I was in the bathroom texting my friend Amanda. She was telling me to hurry my ass up and meet her for lunch.

I rolled my eyes. Typical Amanda, she could never just wait on her own. All I need was like 5 minutes. 5 minutes TOTAL to go and make it to the cafeteria, and yet she was still freaking out on me. I shoved my phone in my pocket, did my business, washed my hands and checked myself in the mirror to make sure my haste didn't make me look like a complete mess.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I looked left and right to make sure I wasn't going to run into anyone. When I looked right I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. Now I know how cliche that sounds but honestly I couldn't move.

Her blonde hair matched her gorgeous golden eyes. Wait gold eyes? Thats not normal. Ah what the hell they worked for her, maybe they are just contacts. This girl, she carried herself like a woman, as if she was older than her fellow classmates. More mature. I would have mistaken her for a teacher if I didn't notice the calculus textbook and notebook in her arms.

She was talking to a shorter girl with pixie hair, and here I was still frozen in place. I eventually found the will to turn away and walk left to the lunch room where Amanda was impatiently waiting for me. I swear out of the corner of my eye she looked at me, but that was probably just hopeful wishing.

I started jogging to get to Amanda quicker so she didn't kill me. When I heard someone call my name. It wasn't coherent but I knew it was my name. So I slowed and turned around and found golden eyes looking into mine.

I gasped and shot up in my bed. I just sit there contemplating what just happened in my head for about five minutes before I get up and start getting ready for the day in my lazy clothes since today is Sunday.

Even now thinking about the dream, I wish that it was true.. that it was real. ah oh well, life is life. It likes to play cruel tricks on those who are only trying their best. My relationship life has been a struggle in my short 17 years of life.

Every guy I had ever been with either cheated on me. Or I would only date them to just be with someone and would break up with them before they would get too attached. I couldn't understand why I would never have that attraction to boys as other girls had always described.

Well.. thats not entirely true.

In the back of my mind always knew that I was into girls. I'd always be extra nice to any girl I thought was cute. I think I was just denying it for my parents sake. Last summer I eventually told my parents about my preferences and they have been as supportive as they can be. They try not to talk about it because they don't understand it, but they seem to be accepting for me. Since then I've only had crushes on girls and never actually had a girlfriend.

But my family is moving tomorrow. Its a fresh start in a new place and I can be whoever I want to be. School had already started, and for the life of me I cannot understand why my father decided to accept the job in the middle of the semester instead of at the beginning of the school year. It's as if he thought I needed more attention on me even after being the new girl. Life and its cruel tricks again..

You see the town we are moving to is a small town called Forks. The quaint little town is located in Washington's Olympic Peninsula and apparently it rains. A lot. Not that I'm complaining. I don't mind the rain, I actually find it very relaxing. I just don't like it when I have to be outside. Then it kind of ruins my plans. Any who, I better get packing... we are leaving really really early tomorrow and I. am. not. a morning person.