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I slowly open my eyes to my dark and empty room. Another dream. One that wont happen, but one that i would glady do. One that i get, but one that confuses me at the same time. Its one that i dont choose to aknowlage. It doesnt make sense why i have the same dream every other night.

i look over at my clock and it read 5 AM. i groggely got up, pushing the blankets to the side. i walk over to my dark, undecorated dresser and pull out todays cloths set. i walk into my bathroom and begin doing the morning ruitual. i soon left the house and began wondering the neighborhood, wasting time before school starts at 8. its not a long walk to the school, but it wont hurt to walk around before school. i turn a corner and begin to walk to the town corner store. as i got to the small parking lot of the store, i heard a scream.

"Look out! i cant slow down!" i turn my as i see a girl speeding at me on her bike. my actions came before my thoughts and as she passed, i tackled her off her bike, and spun so that i would land on my back. My head hit the ground first, then the rest of my body after it. The girl, wrapped in my arms, was on top of me, with her eyes shut tight. she slowly opend her eyes and began to look at her surroundings. when she looked at me, she looked at the door soon after, then at me again. she stood up quickly and started speacking quickly to me in a rush of apologizes.

"Hey its okay. If i didnt you would have been more hurt than normal. Your not to hurt are you?" I said, hoping that maybe she would say okay and go on with her life.

"No im not hurt, but im not okay eaither. Are you okay? You landed on your head pretty hard."she looked at me seriously.Whats with her? People arnt this concerned for other people.

" I admit i have a headache, but that will pass im sure." i was so lying. It hurts so bad,im pretty sure if you cut me with a box cutter, that would be kids play to what im feeling.

"Well im glad then. Thank you to. If you didnt help me i probably would have ended up like my bike did." she loks over at her bike and sees a pissed of man yelling at who knows what, and picking up peices of glass from the door. "well, i gotta go explain what happend to him. It was nice to meet you! Thank you for saving me!" and with that she began to walk away. "Oh wait, i didnt catch your name, what was it...if im not intruding."

" My name is Dalton. nice to meet you. whats yours?"

"oh! my bad!" she bowed to me. "My name is Miranda." she did a small yelp as she heard the yelling of the man. "sorry, i gotta go."

this has been a weird morning.i looked at my phone clock, and it read 7 AM. i better start walking to school. i got up and began walking.

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the teacher continued to blab as the door suddenly opend and a older person walked in and whisperd something to the teacher. the teacher looked around the class, and then pointed right to me. the man began to walk to me. what did i do? i dont remember doing anything bad.

"Are you Dalton?" His voice was deep, almost scary. just almost.

"Uh, yeah. Who is asking?"

" My master has told me to come receive you."

"Wait, Master? Who is this person."

"you will see soon enough." and with that he took me by the arm, and practiaclly pushed me out the door.

"Time To die." he pulled out his gun and licked his lips, and said "i cant wait tose your blood splatterd across the floor." he shot his gun.

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i woke up. sweaty, and tired. what was that? ive never had that one before. why was miranda in there? i know ive been seeing her alot lately, but still...what was up with that guy? i shurgged it off and walked out. It was a saterday and i had a date with Miranda. Even tho two other people are going. we were going to the movies. It was an Adem Sandler movie, so it had to be funny. i looked in the mirror, making sure my hair was okay before i left. I grabbed my keys and walked out.

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