Dreams Do Come True

Just A Rush

October 1st; 4:27 AM

Heart pounding, mind running wild; Aidan had just risen from a very deep sleep. The autumn wind quietly flowed in and out of the open window. He must've gotten cold. As he slumped up from his bed and tripped his way to the window sill, he noticed a small glisten out of the corner of his eye. Turning, very abruptly, this thing had completely vanished. Of course, Aidan was dumbfounded, but there was part of him who wanted to learn more. He looked around and towards his door. Soon, another gust of frosty air hit his back and scraped upwards.

"Damned wind." He whispered to himself.

Sharply, he whipped his head back around to where the glisten had first appeared. Hang on, that's weird. The mailbox had opened and it seemed as though there was something hidden in it's interior.

"What time is it?" Aidan gasped.

Again, he turned his head and faced his alarm clock. There it read, 'Saturday, October 1st, 4:31 A.M." Facepalming, Aidan grabbed his windbreaker and threw it over himself.

'This better be worth it.' he thought to himself as he glided down his stairs.

The floorboard creaks and he stops directly in his tracks only to hear the soft yawning of a little girl coming from where he had left, just seconds ago.

"What are you doing up so late, Addie?" spoke the frail girl.

Aidan turned to see his red-headed sister standing at the top of the staircase.

"I thought I saw something outside, that's all." he shrugged. "Why don't you go back to bed? I'll be up in a few, don't worry, Ivy."

The small girl rubbed her eyes and nodded. She held her teddy bear closely and said her goodnight's to her big brother. With tiny pitter-patters of her feet, she returned to her bedroom. Aidan sighed with relief and tip-toed to the front door in attempt to keep quiet. The last thing he'd want is for his parents to catch him. He put his hand on the door knob when suddenly, he heard a heartbeat. Taken aback, he abruptly pulled his hand away from where it once rested. Listening closely now, he realized it was not his parents' and it was his own. As he placed his hand on the middle of his chest, it grew louder.

'That's odd.' he thought to himself.

Aidan brushed this off and returned to grabbing the door knob. This time, he opened it hesitantly. Once the front door had finally opened, he saw the glisten again. There it is! He stepped over to his mailbox when the heartbeat he heard had stopped. He reached for the letter.

"Hey! Watch it, kid!" someone called out as they drove past him.

Was he standing that close to the road? Looking down at surroundings, he noticed that he was, in fact, standing very close to where the vehicles rode. No wonder they yelled at him. He quickly grabbed the envelope, ran to the door, shut it oh-so-gently, and sat down on his living room couch. Pulling the pillows over to him, he surrounded himself. Y'know, for comfort. Not protection or anything like that. He wasn't scared.

'To Aidan G.'

He raised an eyebrow and slowly slit open the envelope.

"Good morning, afternoon, or night, Aidan. We have an offer to talk to you about but only if you are willing. There is an academy that we would like you to join. Of course, with a parent or guardian's consent. Here, we offer Language Arts, Mathematics, Science Courses, History, Sports, Arts, and more! The principal has already spoken about inviting new people into our academy. You and 19 other students have been sent a letter regarding our deal. We hope to see you here. Sincerely, C. White."

Huh? That was so blunt. No parent would be stupid enough to send their child here.

"What a waste of time." He scoffed as he set the letter on the dining room table. "I could have fallen back asleep by now."

Angrily, he shifted back to the stairs and climbed his way up. Aidan peered around the corner and into his sister's room. Curled up, his red-headed sister laid with her teddy bear in hand and her blanket thrown off. He chuckled silently and walked down the hallway. Of course, his parent's bedroom door was closed. He stuck his tongue out. Aidan knocked on his parent's door then darted quietly back down the hallway and into his bedroom. He enjoyed doing that because it always gave his parents a fright. Who could blame him? His parents were drunks and never seemed to have time for their children. Such lousy people.

He took a breath and closed the door to his bedroom. "Time for bed again, I guess."

He sighed and took his windbreaker off. Yawning, he hopped into his bed and engulfed himself within the blanket. It took a few minutes for him to fall asleep. The fan spun slowly and the curtains drifted in the soft wind from the window. He had forgotten to close it, once more.