Are you kidding me? How's this little dream-catcher supposed to solve all my problems?
"Hey Alex, uh I really appreciate it man but I don't see how a circle and some feathers is gonna help me."
Alex laughed, revealing deep dimples among the scattered freckles on his face. "Well it doesn't really do anything. In the past, some native American tribes would hang ones similar to this above their heads while they slept, and believed it would sort of 'catch' any bad dreams, and only allow the good ones through into their minds."
"Fascinating history lesson, but not really seeing the point here."
"Well, even though it's just a legend, I figured you should give it a shot."
"Mhm sure." Suddenly I felt a strange pressure on my chest. It began travelling up my throat and as soon as I recognized the feeling I tried to suppress the yawn, but with no success.
As my mouth opened wide and my face crunched up, my friend rolled his eyes.
Time for a change of subject.
"How about we shoot some hoops before it gets dark out?" I suggest eagerly.
Alex knows what I'm doing to avoid the conversation, but gives in nonetheless and grabs the bright orange ball from the closet, ready to go.
"Loser does all our homework for a week."
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Alex's POV [Point of View]
I found the dreamcatcher about a month ago, and my mind instantly went to Caz.
I'd like to say that I found it hidden in a secret room, or that some mysterious lady handed it to me on the street... But really I found it in the trash.
Sorry for the short chapter, but I have lots of ideas for Alex's part so a new chapter should be coming soon. Thanks as always for reading!
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I am Cazmere *incomplete*
Teen FictionMy name is Cazmere. You can call me Caz. I know it's not a normal name. My parents weren't normal either though so I suppose it fits in the family. I think my name is some kind of pop culture reference, because I've never met anyone else with the sa...
