Adeline
Music blares through my earbuds as I finish up some homework I haven't completed due to soccer practice, among other things. My head bobs slightly to a Russ song as I nibble on the end of my pencil, reading over the last equation before answering it with ease. I pause my music only to hear aggravated knocking on the front door of my mom's house. So I groan and stand up, leaving my bedroom to see who it is.
"What are you doing here?" I ask an angry-looking Fiona standing on the front porch, once I've opened the door. She pushes me aside and walks in, uninvited. I roll my eyes and close the door.
"How dare you," she starts, death glare and all, "How dare you open your big mouth to my boyfriend about us being sisters." The last word she says drips with disgust, like being my step sibling is the worst thing that could ever happen to her. She continues, "And why? Do you have a thing for him or something?"
"First of all, Fiona, I don't appreciate you barging into my mom's home to confront me about something so ridiculous. I don't give a damn about Cody," I say his name in a mockingly girly tone, "and second, I don't have anything to do with him leaving you. Did you ever think that maybe it's because you're not as great as you think you are?" She screams in frustration and I roll my eyes again.
"Listen here, Thomas," she uses my last name, "If I hear of you messing around with him I will see to it personally that you no longer attend the same school much less live in the same state as Cody, understood? Back the fuck off." I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Why does it matter now anyway? He left you, remember?" I pry. Now trying to get her upset. How dare she.
"You and your stupid dad can get the hell out of my mom and I's lives. You aren't wanted around," she tries to cut deep but I'm not phased in the least by her words. Me and my stupid dad? I've heard better insults from fifth graders.
"Keep in mind that you and your mom are living in my dad's house," I remind her, "Now please get out. I come here to get away from you." She steps closer, pointing her finger in my face. I raise an eyebrow and smirk, satisfied knowing that I got underneath her skin.
"Stay away from him."
With that said, she leaves, not bothering to close the door behind her. I scoff again and shake my head, sticking my middle finger up at her, and close it myself. Fiona has always had an issue with me, she's taken her parent's divorce heavily and that's the only reason I'm so nice to her. I pity her.
"Honey who was that?" My mom calls down to me.
"No one mom," I call back.
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I stood barefoot in the grass of a large field. Flowers littered the grassy green terrain and it smelled of nature, the outdoors. I took in a deep breath through my nose and released it through my mouth, a ghost of a smile on my face. A breeze ran through my hair and caused goosebumps to arise on the skin of my arms. The sun was bright, causing me to squint, and it kissed the horizon to create beautiful scenery before me.
I took a step forward, feeling the soil and grass beneath my feet, and saw a dark figure in front of me; a man. My heart began to beat faster, but I couldn't tell why. I could feel the man, I could feel his presence. He reached his arm out and although he didn't physically touch me, I felt him caress my cheek. My eyes closed and I took in another breath through my nose, out through my mouth. My heartbeat slowed, and then my eyes shot open.
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When I wake, I sit up quickly. My forehead perspires and my breathing is erratic, but why? What just happened? I try hard to go back over the events of my dream in my head, but I can't remember anything except the man that somehow touched me without even touching me — if that makes any sense at all. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, again through my nose and out through my mouth, and rub my face with my hands. I tell myself it was only a dream and make my way down the hall to the kitchen in my pjs.
"Hey baby, how'd you sleep?" My mom asks, flipping and mixing around the sizzling bacon in the pan in front of her. I yawn before answering.
"I slept good, had a real weird dream," I say, furrowing my eyebrows while leaning against the counter beside her and popping a grape, from the fruit bowl in front of me, into my mouth.
"Really? Weird how?" She asks, glancing over at me as she takes the bacon out of the pan, transferring it to two plates with french toast, eggs and toast already on it.
"Hard to explain," I shrug, walking over to the refrigerator to grab the carton of orange juice, "but there was a guy in it. I only saw his figure and when he reached his arm out I felt him touch me, but he was so far away, he didn't really make any contact."
"Interesting," my mom hums, grabbing cups for the two of us, "Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you something, like you might be about to meet the love of your life." She winks at me and I snort a little when I laugh.
"Yeah, right," I roll my eyes, grabbing the silverware and placing it on the table, her spot across from mine. She looks at me with a "I'm telling you.." look and I giggle, taking my seat at the table. I'm starving.
