Midnight Flights

Prologue

Another boring day at my crummy middle school. Average day, besides the math test. Pretty sure I failed that one.
I breezed through my locker combination and slung my backpack over my shoulders, then slowly started to walk towards the doors. I walked alone in the hallway, surrounded by fake people and their voices. Like I said, average day.
I pushed the door open and pulled my sleeves over my hands as the cool fall breeze chilled me. It blew my long hair out of my face, causing my now exposed ears to be far too cold for my liking.
Oh where was my mom and her rickety old van?
There. Towards the end of the "parent pick up line."
No way I was waiting for her to pull all the way up. I walked over, my hands still in my sleeves as I looked at the ground.
I lightly tugged on the handle of the passenger seat door, half expecting to fall off, like always. It didn't.
I sat in the van, and fixed my hair slightly, not looking at my mom.

"Hey sweetie, how was school?"

"Good." I responded quietly.
It was the same thing every day. My mom asked me how I was, I responded with "good," and she got even more worried.
I heard her faint sigh as she put her hands on the wheel and started to pull out of the line.

"Hi Kamryn!" My little sister Madi burst from her car seat in the back.

"Hey Madi." I said, trying to sound happier than I felt.

I'm not depressed. Not at all. My mom will tell you I am, but I know I'm not. I just find happiness in the things that other people don't.
I find happiness in being alone, for instance. I find happiness in drawing my notebooks, and I find happiness in the woods. But most of all, I find happiness in the sky.
The sky is a window to the heavens. It's the best thing this dumb Earth has, and it's under-appreciated. I appreciate the sky. I like to gaze at its beauty whenever I get the chance.
But the sky's beauty isn't the only reason I like it.
I like the sky because of it's habits of moving on. The sky has bad days and good days, just like everyone else. But the sky moves on like it never happen. The sun shines after the worst storms.

"Kamryn!" My mom said loudly, causing me to jump a little and break out my trance.

"What?" I said, turning to her now. Her light hair shined in the sun, far off from my almost black hair. Madi looked like her, where as I looked like my dad.
"I asked you how the math test was. Mrs. White sent an email."

"Oh uh... It was easy." I lied. I hated when my mom asked me about school.

"Good... Good."

Back to the subject of my dad. He's in the St. Arlington cemetery, always. He's dead.
We arrived at my house, a white ranch style down a long dirt road. I got out my the rusty can and walked into my house, walking through the kitchen to my room, in the back of the house.
I sat my backpack down on my bed and hopped onto the crooked window seat that my dad built for me when I was maybe 2. He said that he knew I'd like it, and he was right. He knew my better than anyone ever could, and now he's gone.
It was poor building, unstable and crooked, but I loved it anyway. It gave me a perfect view of the grass fields and woods, with a beautiful skyline that showed the sunset at night.
I pulled out my notebook and flipped through some old drawings, mostly detailed pictures of the sky.
I put the notebook back to it's hiding spot in the cubby under the window seat, and hopped into bed. I laid on my stomach and rested my chin on my hands, staring at the bedroom door, my back now to the window and it's crooked seat.
Before I knew it I was asleep, and that's when it happened. That's when I first found out about my dreams.
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Hey,
So this is my first story, 'Midnight Flights.' It will get better, I'm sorry for all the boring exposition things going on. Feel free to tell me what you think or just leave a comment.
Thank you so much,
Mikayla
Dettman