I gasped hard and opened my eyes wide. I wasn't surprised that I did that. That happens almost every morning. It really depends on the dream I had that night.
I remember it in great detail. (Probably because I have the dream over and over again)
I rubbed my eyes and noticed water on my hands. I cried in my sleep. That happens a lot and I'm not surprised so I just wiped it away.
I looked up at my pure white ceiling and kept thinking about my dream.
It was more like a memory, it was a terrible time.
My brother and I were on our way home from this party he took me to. As we were walking we could hear police sirens. And then all I saw was headlights and bam, we were hit by the car the police man was chasing.
The man had been drunk driving. My brother had died later in the hospital while I lived. Sometimes, I wish it had been me instead of him.He didn't deserve it.
I looked at my clock and saw it was around nine-ish.
'Oh my god, I'm late for school!' I thought. I threw my covers as far as I could and got dressed. A baggy Aeropostale sweater and a pair of my dark jeans.
I didn't eat breakfast, I don't normally anyways.
I ran really fast to school (thank goodness I didn't live far from my school) I got there and ran inside.
As I walked to my locker I noticed that everyone else was already in class.
I turned the corner to where my locker was and opened it up. I looked around to see if anyone was there, but there was nobody except the new girl that's not too far from my locker. She was reading some sort of note, the look on her face looked like she was nervous about something.
She looked at me and we shared a glance, but then she turned away and shut her locker pretty hard.
I looked back towards my locker and next thing I know...
*CRASH*
Everything fell out of my locker. I groaned and got down on my knees to pick it all up.
I had picked up about two or three books before I notice the falling piece of paper fluttering to the ground like a butterfly.
I picked up the rest of my books and set them in my locker before I picked it up.
I opened it and I read;
'Hope Greene,
You and five others have been selected to join The Campfire Of The Outcasts.
This Friday at 8:00pm, come to 273 Kentonany Drive. Go around back, where a fire will be ablaze.
You will find a place there.
We have one rule: You mustn't tell anyone about The Campfire Of The Outcasts. If you do, this operation will be shut down forever. Never again to help a single person.
If one member does not follow this rule, all members of the group will receive a note in their locker, explaining that the meetings are over.
This will be a weekly event, every Friday at 8:00pm, come to this address and join the other five people selected to come.
If one night you come to the fire and it is not ablaze. The meetings are over. The campfires will have ended.
We hope you will come and join The Campfire Of The Outcasts.
-Anonymous Group'
"That's weird," I muttered to myself.
" Is this the same note that the other girl had?" I had so many questions, but for now, I needed to get to class. I ran really fast to my first class and swung open the door.
Everyone looked at me.
'Well this is awkward' I thought.
A/N
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I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!!!!! I hate myself so much for it!!😞😋 I'm sorry I'll try my hardest to NEVER do it again!!! I luv you readers so much and I hate being late. Thank god I'm done... I gunna stop talking so you can enjoy the rest of your day! Please don't hate me! I hope you enjoyed Hope Greene's Chapter!! 😘
~Christa 😋
