~Dare~

Chapter 1~~~

              That dream was the first- and most important- sign. A lot of things have happened since then. This was by far the most important, though. I was scared, and I tried to figure out what the dream meant, but I just couldn't.

            Well, then my real birthday came. I got a lot of presents, but I didn't really care about them. I just kept watch for the one present I didn't really want. I had opened all but one. This was the moment. The moment of truth. None of them were the rock so far, but this one looked like the perfect size for a box with a small stone in it. I hesitated, hoping I could just open it when we got back from the movies.  "Come on, honey, I know you'll like this one!" my mother urged. I twisted my crimson hair around my fingers. I really didn't want to do this right now.

         " Ok, seriously sweetie, let's hurry this up. If' we're going to catch this movie, then we need to get going," my dad said. We were going to see some scary movie with werewolves and stuff in it. I wasn't sure I liked the werewolf part too much, because of my dream.   I finally put my hand over the small gift. I tore the paper off slowly. I gasped as I realized what it was.

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            When we got back from the movies, I was exhausted. I was completely full, too. The present wasn't a rock. At all! It was some beautiful real diamond earrings. I couldn't believe I thought it was a rock! I was still very relieved. I climbed the stairs to my cozy bedroom. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday, because I wouldn't be waking up until noon. As I opened the door, I thought, How could I have even thought that it was the stone! That's not even logical! But as I headed toward my bed, something caught my eye on my desk. A present. A small, rock-sized present, all dainty and fancy with a bow on top. I slowly walked toward the wrapped object. Next to the gift was a card. I opened it and read, " This is the first step." Those words sent a shiver down my spine.

I unwrapped the gift.

Inside it was a purple stone.

          I couldn't think straight. I was too scared to touch the thing, but I needed to get it out of my room. I took the wrapping paper and put it over the rock.Then I picked it up, opened my window, and chucked it as hard as I could. Ok, I panicked. So what? I crawled into my bed. Maybe I was having another dream of getting a rock. I looked at the clock. It was 1:30 a.m. A definite possibility that I was unconcious right now.  All I needed to focus on right now was sleeping... while I was sleeping? I was working my brain to hard. I forced myself to empty my brain and just doze off.

           When I woke up the next morning, it was 11:30. I felt really stiff and still tired. I also had a horrible taste in my mouth. I didn't want to, but I knew I needed to get up. I trudged into my bathroom and brushed my teeth. Then I looked into the mirror. There were bags around my eyes. I wasn't surprised. I washed my face, then I was going to go downstairs. Until I remembered about the stone. I went into my room and looked for the card. I found it on the ground near my bed. I opened it and read it again. "This is the first step," I said aloud. What was that supposed to mean? I ran downstairs to find my dad. My mom worked on Saturdays. I found my dad drinking coffee and reading the newspaper in the kitchen. He was still in his pajamas.  When he saw me coming, he held up the paper.

          "Look, hon. There are tons of people going missing all over Florida. I know ths girl, I went to school with her," he said, pointing to a girl named Cindy Jones. I honestly didn't care about missing people. If there were anyone I knew missing, then I would know by now. " Yeah, yeah. I was just going to ask if you put this card and... stone on my desk last night," I told him. He looked at me questioningly, then said, "Let me see the card." He held out his hand, and I gave him it. I started to get worried, because he was, and I could tell. He looked over it slowly. Then he turned to me and said, " I'm afraid I didn't. Your mother didn't either, or I would have known. I'm calling the police. Lexi, do you know what this means? Someone has broken into our house!"

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So what do you guys think? Pretty freaky, huh? I'm working on getting the cover page done, so cope with me while I do that. I may not write in a while, so be prepared to wait a little bit. Please comment on how I did! Thank You! ***Arania107