The Dream Walkers : Autumn Leaves

The Strange Coincedence

I get out of bed and get ready for school,as I'm doing so I feel something heavy around my neck,I go to the mirror and see what it is.The necklace! Oh Lord! Its the necklace,the ARIA necklace.
Is this actually happening? Am I dreaming again?
"Autumn! Come down for breakfast honey." I hear my mum calling.
After looking at the mirror one more time ,I go for my breakfast.
My mum,dad and older brother are there eating. I tell them about the necklace . How I saw it in my dreams and how it is now on my neck. They all look at each other ,silently agreeing that I am in fact not in good mental health.
"Honey,there isn't a necklace on your neck" my dad says.
"What? Can't you see this?" I point at the necklace.
They all just look at me blindly . I sigh. I chnge the topic then, I need answers and I need them now.
"Mom, what does the R in my name stand for?" I ask.
Again, they are silent . And now they are looking at each other again . I can sense that they are uneasy. They are hiding something. My brother, Andrew , drops his spoon .The air has suddenly gotten tense. What is it that they cannot tell me?What is it that makes me an outsider in my own family? What is it?
Finally my mum speaks up " The R in your name stands for Roseborough"
"Roseborough , Roseborough........."
What is Roseborough , it is a surname for sure,but whose surname is that? None of my relatives have that as their surname ,maybe its one of my ancestors that held the name. I think it is time for some research.But first ,I have to face the harsh reality that is ;school.
"Hey kiddo, its time for school" Andrew says .
He is about three years older than me ,and a lot taller,which is saying quite a lot because I am about 5'8 .Other than the fact that we are both quite tall for our age we look nothing alike. He has dirty blonde hair like my mother and deep blue eyes like my father. He has a strong body with just the right amount of muscles. I on the other hand, am tall and thin, I do have a bit of muscle here and there ,but I am no where nearly as goodlooking as my brother. I have short black hair which is messy since I was the one who cut it and the colour is in contrast with my brothers. Our eyes are different too, unlike him ,my eyes are a dark shade of brown which I find weird since both of my parents have light eyes.
I follow him to his car a red ferrari ,he got just last month for his birthday.He is one of the most popular kids in our school . All the girls are always after him .Not only is he handsome ,he is rich and is the captain of both the soccer and basketball team.He says he is going to pick up a friend on the way, and asks if it's okay with me. I nod.

After about twenty minutes , we reach school; Woodson High . The people of our school are all outside ,shouting and chasing each other for no aparent reason .The cheerleaders are as happy as they can be.They always are.One of the waves at Andrew and he winks at her ,then she starts giggling and doing backflips ;see in my opinion,thats a mental disorder.The popular crowd are all talking to each other ,high fiving every now and then. Some guy calls my brother and he runs off with his friend leaving me alone.Ah well, I'm used to it.

I walk towards the tree everyone calls "Anciento" I dont know why they call it that . Maybe it's because the tree looks ancient.I like being around it . The tree has a sort of aura that just makes me feel happier ,somehow.

"Hey Anciento."  I say . I pat the trees trunks and sit under it and close my eyes.
"Hey weirdo ." Someone says. The voice is deep ,familiar.
I open one of my eyes and raise an eyebrow, " Excuse me ?"
"Well you were talking to the tree", he says .
I cannot see his face very well .The sun is shining behind him blinding me. From what I can see he is tall and has dark hair.
"Oh...." I say, a bit embarassed someone heard me talking to an inanimate object.
"Can I sit down?" He asks , pointing to the spot next to me .
"It is a free country." I say.
As he sits down I look at him he has on a navy blue shirt and his hair is messy ,he has a strong jaws and handsome features ,he isn't looking at me ,he is looking straight ahead .
I am looking at him though ,he looks familiar . He turns to see me and I recognise him .
He has green eyes ,he is that boy. The boy who saved me. The boy from my dream .
He is- Wait, how can it be? It cant be him am I going nuts ? Maybe my parents were right to put me in therapy then again ,my dream and-
My thoughts are cut short when he speaks,"So ,um ...I'm new to this school ,mind helping me you know not to fall  or get lost . Or maybe save me from the Earth trying to gobble me up?"
No, I must be nuts, then again, "helping me not to fall " and save me from the earth trying to gobble me up". And the necklace... Well the necklace only I can see. Maybe its just a coincedence .But I drew him ,I have the drawing in my drawing book.I drew the woods and I drew him.It cant be a coincidence,can it?
He looks at me and raises an eyebrow." Talk much?"
I then realise that I have been dumb and that I haven't answered his question.
"No um..I just ,I was thinking and.....Who are you?" I ask.
I'm really hoping that he doesn't reply normally and gives me his name, I'm hoping for a different response.
"Well,thats a difficult question"
Oh my God ,it is him. I knew it . I just did.