Through Fire

Chapter 2

Why was this happening to me? Why was I having these odd dreams that just felt so realistic? Normally people my age this is something they don't battle with and the struggle of a dream feeling so realistic that it terrifies them. When these dreams happen it feels like I am really there and that if something was to happen to me, it really would happen to me. Rushing out of school I felt so bad leaving Sam behind worried but I really needed to go home and just take a few moments to myself before the game tonight. Riding home on my motorcycle I was surrounded by the noise of cars beeping and honking like usual. The wind pulling at my hair as I flew down the streets in a rush to get home not bothering today to take in the scenery like I usually do. Crowded streets with people walking around and daily rush traffic was getting ready to start up shortly.

Luckily I do not live too far away from home and was able to take the backroads in order to get home and avoid the heavy traffic. Getting to the complex I pulled my bike into the spot I always do and turned it off and kicked down the stand for the bike so It would not fall over when I got off. As I headed into the building I could hear the shouting and fighting coming again from Ms. Turnblad which meant someone clearly was not making her happy again. Going past her floor I watched as a man came flying out of her apartment with her swatting at him with her broom

" You fools never can get it right!." She said and I could not help but chuckle as the man ran off in fear and past me heading downstairs. I smiled politely waving at her and she waved back at me as well shaking her head.

" Oh Lillian men will be the downfall of our world.

" Maybe so Ms. Turnblad never know! I have to go upstairs and get ready for the game tonight! See you!" I said smiling as I headed upstairs with her calling out 'Good Luck' behind me and I returned it with a thank you. Making my way up to the 7th floor where we live I got to our apartment final room 704 and opened up my bag. I stood there for a good few minutes sorting through my purse trying to find my keys as they got lost somewhere in my bag. Those keys always went missing in my bag it is like a big black hole and no matter what I always lose stuff in this bag no shock. Finally I found them and smiled in relief and victory as I pulled my keys out of my bag and finally unlocked the door and made my way into the apartment.

" Lilly is that you?" My mom called out and I'm so glad she calls me Lilly instead of Lillian. Some older folks like Ms. Turnblad refuse to call me by my nickname and it annoy's me at certain times. Its not that I hate my name it's just Lilly sound so much better sometimes then Lillian and its just my preferred name. Also, I guess part of the reason I hate the name Lillian is because it was the name my birth parents had given me before they gave me up for adoption. It all was so funny to me that they decided they could name me but that they weren't going to keep me and give me up for adoption. Makes me wonder sometimes if it was my fault they kept me for a year then decided I was a bad baby and just gave me up. I will never really know the answer and I have accepted that but sometimes I still could not help but wonder what really happened and why they gave me up.

" Yea mum its me." Dropping my bag by the front door and heading into the kitchen where I knew she would be.  I could smell the cookies she was baking the second I walked through the door and knew she was making my favorite butter cookies for my last game. Sitting at the breakfast bar I rested my elbows on the counter and then placed my chin on my hands,

"Hey mum?"

"Yes Lilly?"

" Are you cook if I go home with Sam tonight and spend the night with her?" She turned to look at me and sighed slightly then nodded her head.

"Yes but remember to be home Sunday morning the latest. Your fathers parents will be here and im not dealing with your grandmother alone." She said and we both burst out in laughter at it. Grandma Jean was always way over the top and well she was very loud and all up in your business. That lady does not have a censor on her at all and she will say what is on her mind without missing a beat. Never matters how rude or impolite it is grandma jean will always say what is on her mind and she voices her opinion loudly.