The Barrier Crossers

Chapter One~The Dream

Where Am I? All I see is blackness. Ooph. My back hurts... What happened? There is a strange object on my back. Heavier than my backpack. I would check what it is but I need to figure out where I am. I can't see anything. All I can see is black. Black, black, and more black. I turn around and see a person.

"Hello?" No reply. I shout again.

"HELLO?!" Still no reply?

I look closer at the person and they're asleep. Not they, him. It's a tall, slender boy. Hmm. I look down at myself and I notice I look different. Longer hair, not dyed like mine in the real world... Assuming that still exists. I'm in a weird, revealing outfit. I am dressed for some weird weather, kinda like wearing a vest. Vests are weird. It's sleeveless but like a winter coat on your torso. So weird.

Hmm? Everything is turning foggy. Woah. I'm getting dizzy. I feel like I am being shaken back and forth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAACK" I scream. Huh? What's happening?

"Fraser, Wake up!" Mom says in a singsong sorta voice.

"Nuuu... Too tired Mom" I close my eyes and start to drift off.

"Last day of school. Breakfast, bacon and potatoes." Mom says My eyes widen and I scramble out of bed. I throw on my t-shirt, skirt, and boots. As I head downstairs, I hear the bacon and potatoes sizzling. I smell it. It smells so amazing, I go faster than normal!

"OW!" I yell. I ran into the wall lost in my thoughts again. I hear my mom chuckling as I am rubbing my head.

"You ok, sweetie?" She asks sympathetic.

"Yeah..." I feel blood trickling down my head.

"Haha, looks like you were daydreaming again? You only bleed when you are thinking."

I nod. I sit down at the table as Mom hands me a paper towel and a band-aid. I apply it as she gets another paper towel and places bacon on it. I look up at her and she knows why. Her cheeks glow as she gets the potatoes. I smile, and I don't even have to say it.

"I love you to, Fra."

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I arrive at school, my hair swaying, my clothes lightly blowing in the cherry blossom smelling air, I have to resist the urge to twirl, for if I do my skirt will most-definitely spin too high and my underwear would be easily visible. I sniff the air one more time as I float into the school. I know today will be different.

"Get outta my way geek" Says someone as I am pushed against my locker. I stay silent for if I make noise, he will know I care. He passes by me and I notice he is in my homeroom class.

I head to my locker, drop off my backpack and pull out everything I will need for class. I yawn as I hear the two minute bell ring. I should get to class I think as I plan out the maze between the kids and bolt between them. I make it to homeroom, sit down, and realize I had a minute left. Noting the empty hallways I bolt across the two yard gap and make it to the media center. Thank gosh it is so close. With forty-five seconds to the late bell, I check out a media pass and make it back to class into my seat just before the ringing bell.
"Glad you made it Fraser." Mr. Williams says sarcastically. I glare at him as everyone else laughs.

Mr. Williams rolls his eyes at me and says "Anyways, today is the last day of school, and I am sure you are all ecstatic to leave. That isn't gonna happen yet but the next best thing I can do is give you a free period."

I can feel everyone's excitement, and I can practically hear people's plans to torture me, which Mr. Williams won't mind. I groan, pull out my near-full sketchbook and doodle. I try to draw the person I was in my dream. I base everything I couldn't see based off of my imagination. Every once in awhile I flinch, best keep it minimal for the sake of showing no weakness, because people are throwing miniscule paper darts at my head and hand. One stupid kid gets the 'smart' idea to come up to me and set a note in my desk. I crumple it up, to show my intelligence, and manage to read it in its new shape. "Retard" it reads. With the flick of my wrist, still drawing, I fling the paper ball right into the trashcan. The kid's eyes widen and the gleaming smirk he wore so proudly on his face faded into a confused frown. I am now the one wearing the smirk as he sits down, trying to keep from exploding. Everyone else is also upset, and they stop hitting me. To my relief, I am left alone the rest of the class period. The bell rings and it is only second period. I am excited because I know I will be left alone most the rest of the day. I continue walking, feeling the fear around me as anyone in my homeroom knows to avoid me, as they murmur their sick, twisted lies about me to their friends. I see my best friend, Kira, in the hallway and hug her. We stop and people still avoid me, and in return her.

"What did you do this time?" She asks with the same warm smirk I wore earlier.

"Some idiot got the bright idea to put a note on my desk. Without reading it and whilst still drawing, I crumpled it up and flicked it in the trash can opposite me." I said.

She chuckles and we hear the bell. We wave to each other, both wishing we were in the same grade.

I arrive in orchestra more cheerful than usual because I know we have a substitute today. Subs let us do whatever on a normal day. Today though, we could burn down the school and they don't care. I smile and sit down, feeling the glow in my cheeks as the sub introduces herself and explains the rules of what we can and can't do. Another reason I love subs is because they don't know me and don't allow bullying when they're there to stop it.

"Fra-Fraze-Frazer Stelbux?" The sub asks having trouble pronouncing my name right.

"Fraser Stelbovics." I correct her with a gleam in my eye. She keeps calling attendance and when she is done, studies me. I look up as if I wanted to know if she had a question. She makes eye contact with me and makes a face as if she recognized me. To be honest, she looks like someone I recognize, I return the face and she approaches me.

"Do I know you?" we both ask at the same time. We both giggle, not caring about the obvious amount of people trying to listen and watch what is happening, though they aren't able to. I look up at the sub, still standing, and can't help but notice the necklace she is wearing. I pull mine from under my shirt. They look the same. We both stare wondering what is happening and why we have the same necklace.

"Where did you get that?" She asks in a curious tone

"I... I have had this since b-before I can remember." I say, stuttering. Her eyes instantly light up and she realizes who I am, I think. That is what her expression shows. I stare at her, hoping for a reasonable explanation, but she nods.

"You will know in due time." She says with a tone of mystery. She smiles a mischievous smile and sits down.