I wrote this a few years ago now and I've changed it so many times I've lost count lol. It's the first book I ever fully finished and for that, it will always hold a special place in my heart. Hope you like it too, I really appreciare your comments and feedback :D
His hand caressed my face, gentle and soft. He kissed my cheek where his touch still lingered before moving his lips to mine. We kissed for what in my opinion was not long enough then we slowly pulled apart.
Out of breath, I lay my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. He kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer into his chest. Being with him was incredible. It was like no other feeling on earth.
I slowly opened my eyes but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything. Light hit my face and I was blinded. What was happening to me? I started to scream.
A frantic hand grabbed my arm, shaking me gently. A soft voice whispered in my ear.
"Effie, you're okay, sweetie." It wasn't his voice.
I searched through the light trying to see him, trying to find the owner of the soothing voice but it was useless. The light was too bright. I couldn't see anything. I continued scream as I kicked my arms and legs around me.
Where was Tom?
"Wake up, baby, wake up. It's only a dream," the same warm voice said.
What? No! It couldn't be a dream. It was so real.
My eyes flickered open fighting the light that blinded them. Now awake, I realised the mysterious voice belonged to my mum. And my small purple bedroom began to come into focus.
"I'm so sorry, Effie. I only opened the curtains. I didn't mean to scare you," my mum said.
I fought my eyes fully open though the light still hurt them slightly. My mum was sitting on the side of my bed. Her beautiful face was so close to mine it made me jump.
"Sorry," she whispered softly and she kissed my forehead.
She stood up but her light green eyes never left my own. Her perfect face was serious, scanning mine intently. A look of hers I knew very well. A look she used far too often. I always felt like she was trying to read my mind.
She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again. She gave me a small smile before slowly walking towards the door.
What was she doing now? She stopped in my doorway, a huge grin on her face. What was so funny? Sometimes she really annoyed me.
The room was silent for several moments. My mother's green eyes never left my face, nor did the stupid grin leave hers. What had I done to deserve such a weird mother?
"Mum, have I missed something here? What's funny?" I asked irritated. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep.
She laughed to herself. "Time to get up. You're going to be late," she said in her favourite singsong voice.
In my opinion, the voice just made her sounded mental. Then again, who was I to call anyone mental? I was the girl who had extremely vivid dreams about her brother's best friend.
I tried to make sense of her words. What did she mean late? Late for what?
Suddenly, it hit me. Today was September 7, and that meant my first day of sixth form. Oh, crap. How did it get here so fast? Where did my summer go? Actually, I knew exactly where it went... I was working.