When Mum arrives home, I want to talk with her all about my awesome day. I want to talk to her about how I learned how to play guitar, and I want to play it to her. I want to tell her how I drew the colourful doors on Glover Street. Instead Mum looks at me grumpily and walks upstairs.
"Dinner will be in 10." She mumbles as she walks past me. I nod my head and back up a bit.
When Mum comes back down stairs in a new, colourful outfit, I say, "Hey Mum-"
She rudely interrupts me. "Not right now Emily! Can't you see I'm tired?" Mum is never this cranky. Well maybe sometimes.
"I just wanted to-" I say, grabbing my guitar.
"Not right now!" Shouts Mum, stomping in to the kitchen. I guess Mum must of had a very long- and bad-day at work.
Suddenly, my head starts to pound and I feel dizzy. "Mum," I moan, leaning on the couch. "Mum," I put my hand on my head and let it stick there. "Mum."
"What?" Snap Mum crankily form the kitchen.
"I-I don't..." I slide downwards toward the ground and sit there.
"You don't what?" Mum's head pops out of the kitchen so I can see it. She's making a grouchy face, like she's saying, "EMILY! YOU ARE DRIVING ME NUTS!"
My head swings backward. "I don't feel good," I mutter. My sight goes a bit blurry, and Mum's head turns form a head with hair to a head without facial features and a big brown blob. "I don't feel good at all..."
I don't see exactly what Mum does, but she says, "I bet dinner will help." She says it in a grumpy tone, the tone she's been talking with since she got home from work. She comes over and doesn't even bother to be careful when she pulls me upward. I think she tugged my arm out of its socket. She drags me across the floor about a foot and drops me, hugging and puffing. "Come on, Emily. You at least have to try to walk." It takes all my effort to stand myself up again, and I need Mum's support to walk, but I make it to the kitchen.
Just as suddenly as it happened, I feel good again and my sight comes back. "Hey," I say, sitting down in a chair by the table. "I feel better all of the sudden."
"Hmm. Magic, I guess." Mum sighs and I roll my eyes as she puts a bowl of stew in front of me. I say thank you and eat fast.
"Yum," I say. "Really good, Mum. Thanks."
Mum stares in to my eyes. Her eyes are filled with intensity and...guilt? "Uh...dear," she says. "I have something to tell you."
"What?" I ask, putting a spoonful of soup in to my mouth.
"I..." she struggles on her words. "I saw your...brother..." Mum says something else but I don't listen. She saw my brother? She saw Brad?
"What?" I say, raising my voice a bit.
"I saw your brother today," says Mum. I feel a tear run down my cheek. "And I will tomorrow. And I saw him a month a go."
"Why didn't you tell me you saw him? Why?" I cry. "Why?"
"Because i didn't want to tell you the secret he was hiding." Mum stares in to her soup.
"He has a secret?" I ask.
"Yes," she says. "Your brother is a...I can't tell you."
"Why?" I whisper.
"It will bring much shock to you," says Mum. "Because it is something you think doesn't exist."
"What?" Tears build in my eyes. The supense.
"Fine. I'll tell you." Mum takes a deep breath. "Your brother is a Dream Haunter."
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Dream Haunters(NaNoWriMo2014)
Fantezie[Book 1] Emily Williams is a normal teenage girl. Until her dreams start getting haunted by the Dream Haunters. The Dream Haunters haunt your dreams and turn them In to nightmares. They're not oridinary people either. They have a ghost trait in the...
