It came to me in a dream

It came to me in a dream

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We all think we're average or normal, I mean we fight to be normal. What is so good about being normal. I always thought I was semi normal, I mean My name is Scarlet, anti-social to the max, I dye my hair to often and I don't like people. Pretty normal or basic as we teens would call me. What happens when the dude in my dreams start talking to me; and I don't mean your average conversation of hellos and goodbyes but, when he starts talking to me and telling me things that haven't happened and he's the one doing the killings. How do you stop him? You can't go to the police, He knows to much and I know he has no remorse. Plus the police would just think you're crazy or you're the one at fault. You can barely remember what is face looks like because, dreams are wack and there suppose to only be dreams, right? Or am I actually crazy?
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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