Do You Remember Me?

Nightmare

I woke from my nightmare, giant vans running Cash over and over never even stopping. I was breathing hard. Cold sweat dropped off my chin. This has been happening for the past two days. I wiped my tears and slipped on my fuzzy slippers. I slowly waddled into the hall and then to the kitchen. I made a pot of sweet tea and sat down. I listen to my music and slowly sipped my tea.

I need to find him.

The van driver.

Avenge Cash.

I sketched Cash on my favorite sketch pad. Perfect hair, chin, eyes. Mom walked in.

"Honey?,"my Mom said drowsily.

"Yeah,"I returned.

"Why are you still awake?"

"Nightmare."

"Try to get some more sleep, 'kay?"

She popped a kiss on my head, poured a small cup of tea, and slowly lingered to her bedroom. I took the last mouthful of tea straight into my mouth and walked to my room and fell asleep. I woke up to the annoying buzz of my phone alarm clock. BRRRIIIINNNGGG, BBBRERIIINNNGGG. I slapped my phone out of its charger.

I rubbed my eyes and then I shifted my hand up to my hair. I can judge how well I slept by the craziness of my hair sometimes. Good, I slept good.

I checked my phone to see what time it was and I flipped out of the bed and made my quickest dash to the bathroom yet. I was running late by 20 minutes and I only had 5 to put my clothes on, grab a granola bar, and run straight to the bus.

I missed it. Just as I got to the top of the hill, the bus started to pull away. I was out of breath. I knew that if I missed the bus, mom would have to drive me, which means late, which means that I get detention. I started to run as fast as I could to the next bus stop and my legs started to ache and my chest was hurting from the cold, fall, air and when I got on the bus apparently the driver saw me running.

"Your gonna make track this year for sure!" He said with a thick southern accent and a rotten toothy grin. I smiled to be nice even though I have never even considered track. I saw a completely empty seat and wondered why it was empty. I figured out why, the poles that held it up hit me on the rear when I plopped down on the seat.

As if I wasn't sore enough I groan inside my head trying not to jinx myself.