"I hate mornings." I reminded myself, realizing I was late for school... again. I quickly got ready and put on my favourite outfit: a velvet red V-cut top and a blue jean with multi-coloured sneakers.Getting ready to leave my room, I picked up my mom's locket and wore it around my neck. I could never forget it. She gave me strength and inspiration to go on even though she was gone.
I decided not to tell Dad about the dreams, he probably wouldn't care anyway. Dad was never at home and it hurt that he didn't care about anyone or anything apart from his job, not even me.
I quickly ate my usual breakfast: cereals and ran out of the house somehow managing to reach Brookwood High in time for my first class, History.
My history teacher, Mr Brian, entered the class few seconds after I did while I struggled to get my breathing back to normal. I hated missing class, especially the first no matter how much I hated the subject.
After an hour of scribbling unimportant notes that would never help us, and drawing passing birds and cars, the class ended and I quickly walked to my next class English. Oh, how I loved that subject.
As I made my way to my seat at the middle of the class, I spotted a brunette wearing an emerald green A-line top with a navy blue skirt waving at me. Cleaning my now dusty glasses, I waved back at Kathy. Kathy had been my best friend since I could remember, she was the only person I looked forward to seeing everyday, apart from the cafeteria lady who always gave me extra food.
"Hey Kathy, how are you?" I asked her quietly.
"I'm great, how was your first class?"
"Boring, as always."
"I had a very funny dream last night, Amelia. I will tell you after the class, Mrs. Lucy is here." She giggled mischievously.
I wondered what the dream was about this time. Her dreams were always really odd.
As usual, the class was interesting as I put actual effort into listening. Twenty minutes into the class, Nate walked into the class and my eyes immediately flickered to Kathy who was grinning like a fool. She had liked Nate since last year and always talked about him, but she hadn't made an effort to talk to him yet.
"Why are you late, Nate?" my teacher asked bringing me out of my thoughts.
Nate just shrugged nonchalantly. I really didn't like the guy, he didn't take school seriously but Kathy was blinded by infatuation, love as she called it. Maybe because of his bad boy looks, or his 'I don't care' attitude, but I couldn't understand it.
"Since you don't have a reason, you get detention this Saturday. " Mrs. Henrik snapped.
Nate didn't even try to change her mind. He just walked to his seat and brought out a note he wasn't even going to use.
My school was a strict place. You didn't just walk into class twenty minutes late and expect not to get punished. Nate just bought himself Saturday detention.
"Or maybe he had a bad morning like you did." The logical side of my brain said.
After the class, Kathy was looking at me and smiling widely. I could bet my shoes it was about her dream.
"Amelia, come on, let me tell you about my dream as we go for Math." Kathy laughed.
"Okay what's it about?" I asked as we entered the hallways.
"Okay, it was about Nate and I. He was holding my hand and taking me to a nice restaurant. Then he started saying sweet words like 'you're beautiful', 'I love your eyes' and stuff like that. After that, he knelt down and proposed to me. I woke up just as I was about to say yes." She finished, still grinning widely.
"I knew it would be an odd dream. Kathy, you've never even talked to the guy. How do you expect that to ever happen?"
Being her usual optimistic self, she simply shrugged and responded, "It could still happen. Never say Never."
The only part I agreed with was her reference to Karate's kid theme song.
After the class, I and Kathy went to the cafeteria. After we got our food (extra for me), we went to our usual seat.
"Oh God, the food tastes good every time." Kathy remarked, making me roll my eyes. Yes, she likes food more than I do.
"Yes, it's nice today." I agreed, biting into my burger.
"What's wrong with you? You don't seem to be yourself." Kathy asked after we were done eating.
I smiled at her, grateful she knew me well enough to know I wasn't alright.
"I had the dream again." I simply said.
"Oh."
I continued, fiddling with mom's locket, "I haven't dreamt of her for nearly four years. Then the night I forget to take my meds, it happens. I woke up crying, Kathy. All this time and I still miss her."
Always ready for my episodes, Kathy drew forward with tissues and reassuring words. "It's alright to feel that way. She's your mom, of course you miss her. Oh, I miss her too. Remember the maple syrup she always whisked for us every Wednesday afternoon after sports practice. That was good stuff."
My best friend continued reminding me of our funny episodes with my mom and hers till I couldn't stop laughing.
"Now that's it. Smile, and show those pretty teeth." Kathy said, as she shared the chocolates she snuck from her mom's stash.
Soon lunch break was over and we headed to Physical Exercise class. I hated sports, made me all sweaty and drained my energy.
The gym teacher told everyone to run two laps across the gym, it was so hard. Finally we finished running and after a few more exercises, we were free to go home.
"Amelia, come on, let me drop you off at home." Kathy said. She looked pretty exhausted and I'm sure I looked that way, probably even worse.
"Thanks Kathy, you're the best." I replied, giving her a hug while I dropped my books in my locker.
"I know, now let's get going."
We both entered her red Volvo. Yep, she was rich. Her dad was a lawyer and her mom worked in a company. She was the only child as well, but there was so much love in her home.
Soon, she was at the front door of my home.
"We're here. Don't forget your assignments and be early tomorrow." She all but commanded, waving her finger in my face further buttressing her point.
"Yes, ma'am." I replied sarcastically.
"Bye, see you later." Kathy said as I hopped off the car and began my walk into my empty house.
I heard her engine come on and the sound of the car fading away.
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