"I promise I'll be back, okay Allison?" He said. Allison nodded and wiped away her tear. But the question was: Who was Allison? He hugged her one last time and walked away with his drunk mother and yelling father. "Lu--" "Come on, Allison. It's time to go," her mother said. The boy stared at Allison with his light blue eyes, his sandy brown hair blowing in his face. Allison wiped away her final tear and waved one last time at the boy she'd grown to love. Suddenly, the boy turned and looked at his mother with hurt in his eyes. The mother raised her hand at the boy, and there was a scream.
"Pamela, wake up sweetie. It's just a dream. It's just a dream," someone whispered in my ear. My mother. I was being rocked back and forth, and my face was wet. "She...Allison was in my dream again. The boy. H-his name starts with an L-U," I said, biting my tongue. Mom nodded and got off my bed. "Well, it's time to get ready for school now, so go ahead and wash up," she said. I looked at her and rolled off the bed.
I looked in the mirror and brushed my nappy shoulder-length hair. My mother knocked on the bathroom door and I opened it. "I made you some waffles if you wanted them." I nodded and put a hair clip on my bang. Mom put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. "Just like your mother. Short brunette hair, but still beautiful." I made a small smile and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash. Mom left the bathroom but left the door open, and I looked in the mirror.
"L-U....Luke. Luke! Mom, I got it! His name is Luke!" I ran downstairs and grabbed my waffle off the plate. Yes, I liked my waffles dry. "Okay, honey. That's good news," mom said as she grabbed a carton of milk out of the fridge. "Go on to school now. I have to leave for work at around 9:30 and I'll probably be back by 7:15 p.m." I nodded, and grin on my face with the accomplishment I had just made. Running back upstairs I put on a loose shirt and baggy pants and ran out the door with flip flops in my hand.
~*~
"Miss Pamela, you know that's not part of dress code," the stout figure said. It was Mr. Fawn, and he was obviously in his cranky mood. Normally he doesn't give two fudge cakes about the dress code. I looked down at my tacky outfit and look back up to him. "Sorry Mr. Fawn. Has your wife slept with any men lately? As in, last night, maybe? You know, just a thought," I replied as I fixed my shirt. Mr. Fawn shook his head and mumbled a yes. I chuckled and went to my seat.
"Today, class, is a free day. Talk with whoever you want, go out to the field, I really don't give a damn. Just don't cheat on your husband!" He yelled and sat down in his spinning chair, immediately falling. The class laughed and got up from their seats to go out to the field. "Wait, I need the following students to stay behind to take their quizzes: Pamela Washington, Angel McDonald, and Luke Peters." I turned my head at the last name--Luke? I had never heard his name before. He was probably one of those people who skipped class half of the semester except for when there were finals or projects.
'Luke' turned around and my memory snapped back to the dream I had: light blue eyes and sandy brown hair. "Luke? I know a Luke," I whispered to myself--or at least I thought. "Well now you do." I jumped at the deep voice in my ear. I turned around slowly and met Luke's face. "Uh....no, I just uh...." I stammered and walked away. I heard Luke chuckling in the background, and I knew that this wasn't the Luke I was thinking about.
~*~
"Done," I said as I brought my paper to the desk. Mr. Fawn looked up at me and set his head back down. Luke shrugged and shoved past me and took my test paper. "Hey, give that back!" I ordered. Luke ripped up the paper, went over to the grade book, and wrote 100s next to all of our names. "What the fudge are you doing? We could get suspended!" I whispered. Luke looked at me and said, "Well it's worth it."
