Dream

Chapter One

 Authors Note: Before I begin I would just like to say thanks to my best friend in the whole world Grace who told me to write this down. You are amazing Grace. I love you so much! I will say that my idea for this book came from a dream I had, and it may have been a weird dream but I have figured out how to make it into a book. I would also like to say that everyone in this book (Except for one character that will not be mentioned yet) is named after a person in a Beatles song, or something pertaining to the Beatles. The main character, Apple, was named after the Apple Scruffs who were die hard Beatles fans in the late '70s and early '80s. I hope you love this book as much as I do. I can't even describe how excited I am to show it to you.

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The boy took my hand and stared into my eyes with a look of desperation. My heart broke into bits at the sight. Neither of us wanted to leave this perfect dream. I didn't want him to let go but I knew I had to leave. This wasn't my world. I wasn't supposed to be here. I said one final goodbye and opened my eyes. It was going to be a long day.

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Immediately, I sat up and looked at my clock. 5 AM. Why did I always have to wake myself up so early. I groaned and slammed my face into my pillow. I kept thinking about my dream and that boy in it. I had never seen him before. I had never felt such a deep connection with someone though, dream or otherwise. I couldn't do anything about it though, as much as I wanted to. So instead of laying in my bed for hours I got up. I knew that I would be tired all day but there was no way I could fall back asleep.

My small room was dark enough to turn on my light. I took a shower and dressed in my plaid skirt and maroon polo shirt, the school uniform. I rolled the skirt up a couple times to make it shorter than was acceptable at the school. I tucked in the polo making it look baggy. I had to do something to make the uniform cute. I pulled the matching knee high socks on and put on my army boots.

School would start in four hours and I had nothing to do until then. There was nothing I wanted more than to go back into my dream and see the boy again. The way his dirty blonde hair fell across his sparkling green eyes mesmerized me. I walked through the cramped halls of my house. My mom tried her best to make a comfortable life for us but a nice house wasn't the top of her priorities. We weren't poor by any means, but we also weren't rich. Max always said he would get a job again and help out but he was almost always drunk beyond reason.

I walked past Max and my moms room, carefully so not to wake them. I assumed Max wasn't even home, he had gone out drinking with his friends the night before. He wasn't always an alcoholic. I remembered days when he was sober and we were all truly happy. My dad left my mom when I was six. I remember him being distant, like he didn't really want to be around me. Then my mom married Max when I was seven. We were happy. Max took me to DisneyLand, they gave birth to my half-brother Jude, and my dad wasn't a part of my life1. But after he lost his job, and his brother Robert died, Max started drinking. The only reason we didn't mind it was because when he was drunk, he wouldn't yell at us or hit us. He would just say funny stuff and walk around wobbly. He was passed out on the couch quite often, but he was really a great person when he was sober. We were all grateful for that.

I got to the kitchen to find Jude already awake. He was pouring milk into a bowl full of some kind of sugary cereal. His head shot up as he heard me walk in and he spilled milk onto the floor.

"What are you doing up so early?" He said surprised still. I strode across the small room, grabbed some paper towels and handed them to Jude.

"I could ask you the same thing." I responded, challenging him with my raised eyebrows as he got the paper towels wet.