My dream was strangely vivid. The room I was in was dark, pitch black. "Hello?" I called out, I don't know why, it was pretty obvious no one would answer. Or so I thought. "Hello?" I tried again. "Anyone there?" Once more. "He-" A hand covered my mouth and the scenery changed to a graveyard. A graveyard from Canada, I think. School is really not helping right now. I did the natural thing, I bit the hand. A yelp came from behind me and I turned. Behind me was a boy maybe one or two years older than me. And dang, he's pretty hot if I do say so myself. He had tousled brown hair- like he just woke up, though it suited him and strange blue-green eyes.. He was wearing some black jeans, a leather jacket and combat boots; combat boots like mine. "Who the heck are you?" I demanded, slightly dazed.
He smirked at me knowingly and it suddenly got colder. Cold air puffed out in front of me as I exhaled. "I'm your worst nightmare." I wanted to say, "No, your more like my daydream." but I wanted to keep my dignity so instead I said, "Nice try, dude, but that is a really old thing." He frowned now, obviously I didn't give him the reaction he wanted. "Now, can I have a real name?" The dude quickly composed himself and said, "My name is Blaine, and quiet down, do you wanna get caught?"
"Caught by what?" Now I was irritated.
"Caught by whom." He corrected.
"Whatever, what is going on?"
But I didn't get a proper answer. "Wake up, Amulet," He said in a voice that was familiar. "Wake up." And my eyes shot open.
"Sam, what the heck! You just woke me up from an awesome dream!" Yeah.... awesome.
"Didn't seem like it, you were shaking. And who's Blaine?"
I gave him an odd look. "Were you watching me in my sleep?"
Sams' eyes widened. "What! No, I got in here like, a minute ago. I was trying to decide whether I should wake you or not! And why are you under so many blankets!"
"Because it's so freaking cold!" I shout back, pulling the blankets up to my chin.
"No it isn't, Am, it's hot out," His eyes suddenly flashing with concern, "Are you alright? Have you got a fever?" The back of his hand pressed against my forehead.
I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me. Now get out, I need to get ready." He sighed and left the room, slamming the door behind him."
Stretching, I roll out of bed and walk towards my bathroom. I wash up, doing the basic morning things, putting on some white skinny jeans and a plain black shirt. After all that I lace up my converse and run downstairs. Jeremy and Sam were there, and you can guess which one was glaring at me. Ignoring both, I grab an orange from the fridge and look back up to see both of them staring at me. "Are you gonna say something or just stare at me?" I ask, waving my orange around weirdly. Jeremy, obviously not wanting me to send him flying again, simply sighs and mumbles, "I'm going to work, be back by five." And leaves the room.
"I'm going to Starbucks and the mall, see you later." I say and leave Sam behind, not giving him a chance to reply. As you can tell, I don't like being woken up. Not even for Starbucks. Music played in my ears and I hummed quietly, and shivers still ran down my spine. Not because I was cold (maybe a little) but like someone was watching me. Damn. I looked around but everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, nothing looked out of normal. But I might've, just maybe, a slim chance, seen a pair of familiar looking blue-green eyes.
After I ordered my coffee I sat down in the corner, looking down at the book I was holding. "Hi, is this seat taken?" I looked up to see a guy. He was slim and pretty tall, compared to me anyways and had red hair and brown-ish eyes. He smiled kindly, but his eyes were grim. "No, actually, go ahead." I smiled back.
