Day Dreamer

Chapter One

     Alexandria dreamt about another one of her fairytale worlds, once again. How often she would fall asleep, only to find herself in another place. She was deep in her subconscious, not to be easily roused.

This time, she dreamt of lounging on a cloud, soft as a cotton ball, cushioned perfectly to fit her body. She observed two young men, appearing to be related in some way. They shared the same sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and the same bright, dazzling smile.

They stood on unnaturally healthy-looking grass, tossing something back and forth. As she squinted through the blazing sunlight, she recognized it as a football. As they played their game, they bantered back and forth, each teasing the other, in hopes to distract his opponent.

Both of them were strangely attractive, they would easily fit in on the cover of a magazine. One had blonde hair, as golden and fair as her own, with deeply bronzed skin. The other had hair as black as coal, and skin as pale as the cloud she rested upon.

     The blonde tackled his friend, and led to both of them rolling on the ground, wrestling like little kids and laughing loudly. They soon grew weary of that and unspokenly agreed to a truce. The blonde gazed up and noticed Alex. A confused expression crossed his features and he opened his mouth to say something. He pointed up to where she lay. His friend looked up, and oddly enough, smiled at the sight of her.

In a snap, Alex woke up, in a daze. She sat in bed and looked around, fully expecting both the boys to walk in at any moment.

     "Well, that was certainly strange," she said to herself softly.

     She walked over to her shining mahogany desk, littered with varied items, including a small cactus she called Leopold, and sat down in her matching desk chair. She unlocked a chest set on the back of the smooth desk top, and pulled out her dream journal.

     She had been keeping a dream journal ever since when she was 10, when she dreamt about playing and running around with an the sweetest, cuddliest golden retriever one night, only to come home to the exact same warm, special puppy, sitting in a bright pink dog bed on her floor.

She wrote about her recent dream, mumbling the words she wrote, not  loud enough for even her to hear herself. She strained to remember, and quickly scrawled her writing across the soft paper. She ended her sentence with a dot and closed the book. She stroked its worn brown leather cover and got up.

She walked over to her small walk-in closet and pulled out a bright white tank top that contrasted greatly with her darkly tanned skin tone. She also pulled out a pair of faded blue jean shorts that were lined in lace. She grabbed her favourite camisole, a long-sleeved navy one that hung down just below her hips, and twirled over to her dresser.

She reached into the bottom drawer and lifted her giant makeup case out. It came in handy when she was at dance competitions and needed layers upon layers of makeup. She quickly her eyeliner, winging it out cat-eyed, just as she did every morning. By now, she could probably do it in her sleep. Actually, once she had.

     Putting her things away, she grabbed her phone, and stared for a moment, mesmerized by the shimmering back as it shone in the soft sunlight. She broke out of her trance quickly, and ran down the hallway outside of her room, followed by a flight of stairs.

     Downstairs, she went into the kitchen, a bright yellow room full of sunlight and cheer, where her 10-year-old sister Grace was sitting eating a piece of toast covered in nutella, one of the greatest inventions ever next to coffee, and a few other choice items.

     She pulled out a bowl, cornflakes, milk and a spoon. She got the sugar bowl next to the coffee machine, and set it next to her "ingredients". Quickly popping a k-cup into the coffee machine, she turned back to her to-be breakfast. She poured the cornflakes into the bowl, and topped it with milk. Then she took the sugar and piled a generous heap amidst the cereal. She ignored the little voice in her head telling her off. She turned and grabbed her ready coffee from under the machine, and set it on the table next to Grace, along with her cereal.

     She put away the milk and the cornflakes and sat down by her sister, who had Nutella all over her face. Grace's hair was tucked behind her ears and knotted in the back.

     "Mornin' 'Lex," she managed out, through a bite of toast.

     "Hey Gracie," Alex replied, shoving spoonfuls of cereal in her mouth.

     Grace swallowed, and spoke clearly. "Want to drive me to Emmanuelle's house?" She gave Alexandria a charming smile, sure to win over anybody.

     "Did she invite you?" Alex questioned, knowing Grace's daily morning routine.

     "Umm...no?"

     "Then...no?" Alex mimicked.

     Alex got up to put her empty bowl and spoon in the sink.

     "What about Amanda?"

     "Nope"

    "Sami?"

    "Nuh-Uh"

     "Please Alex? What if  I call them them?"

     Alex contemplated things that would make Grace stop her questioning. "Want to hang out with me today instead?"

     Alex received a welcomed answer, in the form of "YES!"

     "Okay then, go brush your hair out and get your shoes on, and I'll get my keys and my wallet."

Soon they were both out in Alexandria's red Porsche, a 17th birthday from her very wealthy uncle. Alex put the keys in the ignition, and they were rolling out of the driveway.

•Okay, I'm trying this whole "author's note" thing. I have another story called 'Wings', It's still in progress, but it would be great if you could check it out! Sadly I can say that I prefer it to this story (^_^) Thanks you so much for reading this you lovelies!•

•Update!-I am so sorry I haven't been on in forever! I got logged out of my account and was prevented from logging back on! Finally I annoyed customer service enough that they fixed it up! I'm back, I hope you missed me!•