Three Months After
"Serena!" my aunt calls from downstairs. Slowly, reluctantly, I get out of my bed before she decides to enter the room. As I take my time getting ready, I realize I had no recollection of a dream; however, every other night was a different story.
"Serena!" she calls again.
"I'm up Chrissy!" I yelled, waking up my dormant voice. Feeling the soft panic rising in my stomach, caused by anticipation, makes me breathe slower. Eventually, my circulating thoughts came to a stop. My shield wraps around me like a comforting blanket of warmth, soothing my cold skin. I quickly grab my suitcases and descend the stairs one last time before I go to a foreign place. As I walk into the kitchen my blanket leaves my body, forcing me to face the day alone.
"Serena come on it's time to go!" my aunt exclaims, snapping me out of the trance. I grab my suitcases and march towards the car, but before I get in she bombards me with questions.
"You have everything right?" she questions first. Aunt Chrissy is one of those people who has to have everything in place while following a written schedule. She never strays away from it.
"Of course Chrissy," I say keeping a calm facade.
"You have your books? Your bathroom supplies?" she continues.
"Clothes, money, and school supplies... Yes, Auntie, I have everything," voicing the reassurance she needs to hear.
"I just can't believe it. My goddaughter is going to Weaverland. Three months go by so fast."
"Tell me about it," I whisper not wanting her to hear any of my nerves for this upcoming year. Right when I sit down my eyes close to continue the peaceful slumber I once was in.
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The Weaver of Dreams
FantasySerena Michaels world is divided by dream weavers and night weavers. While dream weavers create mortal dreams, night weavers create nightmares due to being consumed by power. After receiving the news Serena attends Weaverland School of Dreams. There...
