**BEEEP**
I wake up with such a fright. Why did that happen? Was it just a dream or was it real? I reach over and turn of my alarm. 7:00am the clock reads, I get up and head for the shower, I wash my hair and try and scrub the dreams off my body, I lean over and grab my big fluffy black towel. I wrap it around my body n walk out of my bath room, back into my room towards my walk-in wardrobe. I choose a blue mini-skirt, with black tights, and high heeled converses, the top is silver with black and white pearls with silver chains.
I get dressed and walk over to my stereo. I call my best friend Chloe and tell her I had a weird dream, even though I’m not even sure if it’s a dream, but I’m not sure what it could be. I didn’t tell her any of the details, she asked but I tell her I couldn’t actually remember what the dream was about, just that I knew it was weird.
I walked back into my bathroom and started on my make up, I don’t wear a lot just a tiny bit of foundation and then I did the smoky-eyes, which made my electric blue eyes pop. I added just the tiny bit of lip gloss to make my lips stand out. I blow-dry my hair and straighten it. I put in the two hair clips with black bows, which stands out in my blonde hair with bright purple, blue, green, pink and black highlights all around my head. My parents don't care since they are busy working all the time which leaves me at home to throw the most wild parties.
I walk back into my bedroom and glance at the time 8:30am the clock now reads, I take one last look in my floor length mirror, my hair is straight with volume in it. The skirt and shoes make my long legs look desirable; all my outfits show off my curves. Me and Chloe are the “it” girls of the school. We don’t really care about popularity, or whose dating who, it’s more about the fact that everyone wants to have our looks. All the girls are jealous of us and all the guys want to be with us. We are both unbelievably smart, have good looks, and have down-to-earth personalities.
I walk out of my bedroom grabbing my studded hand bag, it doesn’t fit my books but I prefer to carry them, I realised I didn’t have my phone so I turned around and went over to my computer and unplugged my iphone. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen; I open the fridge and grab a bottle of water.
I walk out the side door out to the garage and rummage around in my handbag for the keys to my black Aston Martin with a bright blue spider web covering the hood of the car, on the boot there’s a red outline of a red-back spider climbing up the boot towards the web. I plug my phone into the stereo once I open the door and climb in.
I start my car and wind down the windows, the song “To write love on her arms by Hawthorne Heights” playing, I drive out of my drive way, and towards school.
The Schools name is Dreamers High, yes I know weird name, and what was the founding fathers thinking. Well the guy who named the school would always sneak into this building when it was abandoned and used to dream about how he could fix it up, so one day he did exactly that, he fixed it up.
The song finishes and I get out of the car and walk to my locker, I was already late, but my teacher is never their until about 9:10am so I have about 5 minutes to get into the class room before she did. I grabbed my books and started walking. I had class with Chloe, we have been best friends since we were born and our mothers met in the hospital beds, we share the same birthday so we always have a party together.
I walk into the class room and everyone turns to look at me in ewe. I’ve been going to school with them for the last 6years you would think they would get used to me walking into a class room. I ignore the looks and walk to mine and Chloe’s desk. The teacher was still not there.
“Hey Clar” Chloe says.
Yes we do actually have the same letter in our first name.
“Hey Chlo” I say
We both have these nick names, her full name is Chloe Sara Wilton and mines Clara Lee James. Yes we only take the last letter off, but it’s still short. Just then Mrs. Smith walked in, so everyone’s conversations went to hushed whispers. Chloe and I actually pay attention in all our classes because we want to go to university, but we are also ahead in our classes.
I pull out my time table as Chloe and I have finished all the work for this unit and Mrs. Smith won’t give us the next unit until the class is up to it.
Life Styles, English Extension, Lunch, Writing Class, Drama, Visual Art, Lunch, Maths, Science.
That’s my day for today. I look out the windows and I can see my car, then I see a black cloud in front of my face, I try to see through it but I can’t, then a white flash comes and they both disappear, I think back to the dream I had this morning, and I wonder if it was actually a dream. I think about the cut that was on my arm and have the sudden need to look down at my arm and see if it’s there, but I don’t want anyone to see it if it is.
I wonder if it was real, if I was taken to a different place and woke up, but then I couldn’t take it anymore, best not to think about it.
The Bell finally rings for my break, I walk out and towards the lunch room, and our school has a mini food court in it. There’s subway, McDonalds, Kentucky fried chicken, sushi, donuts, salad bar, and hot self serve. When I was thinking of coming to this school for year 7 through to yeah 12 I never knew we had this mini-food court.
I walked over to get a frozen drink from McDonalds and then over to Kentucky fried chicken to get large chips. I walk over to my other friends.
“Hey Marissa, Blair, Jenny, Summer and Jasmine. How are you all?” I ask politely.
“Hey Clara, good and you?” they all replied. Then they burst into a fit of giggle because they all said it all said it at the same time.
I started to walk away, and I turned and ran straight into someone that looked familiar but I didn’t know him.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going” I gasped.
His beautiful white polo t-shirt was ruined due to my frozen drink. I felt so dreadful; I reached over and grabbed napkins from the girls. I started to whip all of the drink off his shirt.
“It’s ok.” He stated, I looked up and noticed he had the same blonde/brown hair the angel had, I shook my head, and tried to smile, but I felt terrible.
“Are you sure, I feel so bad, at least let me buy you another shirt. It will make me feel the tiniest bit better, for ruining your shirt.” I ask with a slight smile.
“No its fine, I have a shirt in my locker.” And with that he runs off and leaves me standing there.
It couldn’t be the angel creature could it? No Clara stop thinking about that stupid dream, I tell myself, and then I remembered I was going to have a look in the bathrooms, I check my phone, I have 15minutes till my next class, I walk to the bathroom which is near my locker and go to the stall at the end, I walk in and lock the door. I peel off my jacket and hold out my right arm and look down, there from the crook of my elbow down to my wrist is the scar. I let out the breath I was holding in.
“It was real” I whisper to myself.
I slip my jacket back on and walk to my locker; I get out my books and make my way to writing class.
Chloe isn’t in this class but I find that okay, we are currently about to start writing a short story. Mrs. Spectra walks in and heads to the board and writes
Short Story
I’m walking in the woods; I feel a cold shiver hit me…
I look at him and I see what I never wanted to see…
The river is lovely and cold, I walk over and dip my toes in and then I hear…
I’m flying through the air, not sure where I’m supposed to be going…
“Class you have to choose one of the following starting sentences, and start writing, I’m preparing you for your HSC which the trials are coming up soon.” Mrs. Spectra says.
I’m not sure which one to do so I start on the first one,
I’m walking in the woods; I feel a cold shiver hit me, I start running
No that’s not it! I’m not feeling it, and after last night’s dream I don’t want to write about flying. Maybe the 3rd one, I think.
"The river is lovely and cold, I walk over and dip my toes in and then i hear two guys voices I slipped into the water, I look up and can see the moon over my head, hoping they wont notice me, i try to swim and find a hiding spot"
Okay that will have to do, I think to myself.
I continue writing and then the bell goes, I finish off the last sentence and hand it to the teacher.
I walk to my locker and change books, I grab my drama book even though we don’t need it I still like to draw in it, I also grab my Visual Arts book as I have class next to my drama room, I have the rest of the day with Chlo, which is extraordinarily fun.
The rest of the day zooms by and before I know it the bell for home rings, Chloe and I pack up our things and walk towards our lockers. All day I keep seeing black and white clouds over my head, following me, heading where I’m heading, hanging around what belongs to me.
I can’t tell anyone, no one can know, they will all think I’m crazy, and I can’t have that. Knowing the students at my school they would do anything to ruin my life.
I reach my locker and the shapes float a little bit away, giving me room but still enveloping me in their darkness, the light seeps through the black clouds and I feel warm, like in my dream when the angel creature came near me.
The black and white shadows disappear, like they had planned to leave at a certain time. I look down the hall and see two boys that look like twins but opposites, one had dark black hair, and one had light blonde hair. The boy with the dark hair was wearing all dark clothes that where tight fitted and sunglasses on inside, while the boy with the light hair had on summer clothes that was loose fitting and he didn’t have any sunglasses.
They both looked my way, I quickly close my locker and walk off, before I turned down a different hall way towards the exit I look back and both the boys are looking at me like they want to say something. I continue walking and I feel someone grab my arm, I look at them and it’s Annabelle, she’s on the cheerleading squad and always asking Chloe and I to join.
“Hey Annabelle, what do you want?” I ask sweetly. I really didn’t have time for this I just wanted to go home and do laps in my pool.
“Hey Clara, I just wanted to ask if you knew the new boys, I think their twins. They are supper cute and if you did perhaps know them do you think you could introduce me please” She asked is her ice-queen voice. She always thought she could get any one she wanted to do everything she asked but she couldn’t since Chloe and I started ruling the school.
“Sorry I don’t know who you’re talking about, but I have to run, catch you later” I say as I start walking away.
I walk out and my car is covered in black, the blue wasn’t even visible, the clouds flew over my head blackening my vision.
**FLASH BACK**
I’m walking down this path, I see this guy at the end. He’s facing the other way, I continue to walk, I have no idea what’s pulling me towards him, I look down at my watch, It’s 1:00am; I have no idea where I am. I remember walking down this path, and only being fences. I tried running the opposite direction, but it always brings me back, back to where I’m standing here looking at this guy, I have no idea what to do.
Should I just walk up and introduce myself? I creep forward, I got close enough that he would sense my presence but he doesn’t say anything, I stare where he is and wonder what he could possibly be thinking off. As I look up I notice it’s the moon but the mood is a shade I’ve never seen it, a pearl colour but with little blue specks through it, that sparkle even with the storm clouds covering it. It amazes me that something in a dark place could look so peaceful and welcoming. I wanted to reach out and touch it, leave this place that’s dark, not a speck of light, except that of the moon.
I turned to walk back to where I started and he spoke up.
“Clara, please don’t do this, I need you to remember what’s happening, I can’t protect you anymore, remember you are part mortal, I sacrificed myself for you to stay alive, protect yourself. Please” He begged, his voice sounded so sweet and rough, like he hadn’t talked in thousands of years.
I looked at him, I really looked at him, and wondered how he knows me, and what he’s talking about. He’s wearing this gray coat, with black and silver sewn through it.
He looks at me, I see emotions fly through his eyes so fast, and the first one was love, then devotion, commitment, protection, shock, isolation and last hurt. I didn’t understand what was going on, who was this person, this guy.
“I believe in you, but you need to believe in yourself…” with that he disappeared.
**END OF FLASH BACK**
I stared around and I was at school, I didn’t understand it, who was he? What did he want? How can I believe in myself when I have no idea what is happening around me? What does he mean by protect myself, why do I need to protect myself?
I get in my car the shadows all gone now, and wonder if I’m just tired.
I got home and went straight to my bedroom, I felt drained, like I had run a marathon. I went over and put on some music. I opened up my windows and fall on my king size bed. I feel my eye-lids dropping I know I’m exhausted, I feel like pulling the blankets over me but my body feels like it’s on fire, the cool breeze coming through my window cools it down a little but not enough to stop the burn. wake up to a screeching sound like nails on a black board, I spring into a sitting position and look around me, I reach for my light switch but reach nothing but thin air. I looked around and realised I wasn’t in my room anymore, but the moon was right around me. It wasn’t a normal moon it looked more like heart that’s been broken and half of it was put into the sky, like it was fragile and would break into a million pieces if it was touched. I couldn’t help but marvel in its beauty.
I looked around and found a grave; with fresh dirt piled in the hole, and a fresh headstone. I crawl towards the headstone but it starts raining, I kept going not thinking of getting up and running to shelter the headstone drew me in. I finally reached it and the vines in that minute had grown over the headstone. I felt it being pulled away from me, but I needed to know who it was, who had died. I felt strong arms go around me and lift me up, I look down towards the grave and notice that it was getting smaller and smaller, I close my eyes and after awhile open them again to see that I was laying on my bed, with the window opened, and the ice fresh air hit my body, I look down and realise I’m still in my shorts and tank top.
So many questions running through me head. Who was that? What was that? Was it a dream or did it actually happen? What’s happening to me? Do I even want this? What do I do now? Who grave was that? Was I flying, like really flying in the air? Or was I dreaming that too? Was that other dream reality? I guess if I was a dream then this one was a dream to but it felt too real. What’s happening?
I felt the blood rushing to my head… and then the blackness consumed me and I passed out.
I woke to the feeling of a cold wet cloth on my head, making me realise that I hadn’t opened my eyes, I tried opening them but they were blurry and hard to see through, I closed it and tried to open them again this time I took in a high white ceiling with gold trimmings on beautiful trimmings. Then I focused on the arm that was holding the wash cloth down, wiping the stray drops of water from my face, I followed the arm up slowly, and carefully knowing my head still hurt, while going up the arm I noticed that when the person flexed they had nice muscles which the arm reminded me of a males arm. So I continue up this persons arm, and I hear a throaty deep chuckle, I turned my face up to where I heard the chuckle and realise that it is a male, a boy about my age, roughly 18. I think he is the boy that i spilt my drink on at lunch.
I look at him and realise he’s waiting for me to say something, I realised that my throat feels like it’s on fire. He must of read my expression of pain as he handed me two tablets, which I’m guessing is painkillers and a glass of water.
"how did you get in my house?" I asked
He looked at me and replied "this is my house, I moved in next door, and well i was looking out my bedroom window and saw you pass out, one minute you where standing the next you just fell onto your bed. so i went out my window and across the tree to get you since there was only one car in the driveway i didn't think your parents where home so I brought you to my house to look after you"
After he finished explaining all i said was "oh. that makes sense" even though it actually didn't make any sense to me. I heard him laugh and realised I didn't even know this guys name.
I cleared my throat and asked "Whats your name? Mines Clara"
"My names Kaleb Beau Skelty, and yes that actually is my last name" He said with a low chuckle.
"well I better get going" I say while standing up, "It was nice meeting you"
I walk out since i could see the front door when i turned around reminding myself that from now on i should shut my curtains when I'm getting changed. As soon as I'm in my front yard I see shadows of black and sparkles of white, but they weren't as harsh as the ones i saw earlier at school, which is good.
I walk in my front door thankful that Kaleb didn't lock it when he walked out with me. Otherwise I wouldn't of had a way inside, I was also glad that my parents where never home unless it was a holiday.
I started cooking dinner deciding I would have Indian, i was making mango chicken and butter chicken, since thats always been my favourite. After I've done gotten all the ingredients, I call Chlo to see if she wants to come sleep over.
"Hello, my names Nancy from the Crack house, how may i be of service to you" Chlo says.
I giggly and reply " Well I was hoping to reach my bestfriend to get her to sleep since I'm home alone and I'm making dinner but I guess i got the wrong number, sorry for the inconvenience" I stated
then I hear Chloe laughing so hard " Yeah, I guess I could come over for a sleep over, but I want just a normal Nam"
"You can have what you want, remember schools tomorrow, so bring your outfit. Love you"
"love you too Clar" With that she hangs up.
I start cooking it and am almost done when i hear the front door open and closes, since chloe comes over all the time i thought i'd give her a key.
I hear her yell "Honny I'm home, where's my beer?" as she dropps her stuff and walks towards the kitchen
"Get your own damn beer, I'm not your slave" i yell back, as she walks into the kitchen laughing so hard shes clutching her stomach, i see her like that and couldn't help but laugh along with her.
We eat dinner while watching Inception while gushing over the guys in it
"Chlo hurry up and get ready for bed, your taking forever" I whin
"You took twice as long as me" she says flabbergasted.
"Nuh-uh" I yell
"Yeah-eh" She yells back
She then walks out of the bathroom with her Elmo pajamies on, while I'm wearing my silk night gown.
I look around my room and think to myself, that i didn't get why my room was on one level and then i had a secret lounge room above me, even thought my friends and family know about it, they know thats my private place. My beds pushed up against one wall which is painted black and the other walls are painted black with white swirls, the wall with my window on it which isnt actually a window but two french doors which leads out to a balcony which has a table with two chairs. On that wall is a board with importand people on it, and most of my electronics which folds away into compartments which a click of a button, or my voice. my t.v comes out of my wall with all the latest DVD players, Xboxs, Playstations, Wii's. My parents spoil me with items i dont need because they think that makes up for not being around. On the other wall where the door leads out to a little bridge made of glass to the stairs. Is all photos of me and my friends and outings or parties we have had, or boyfriends we have been with. Also where my t.v is the bathroom and my what-I-call-a-mini-mall.
"Earth to Clara" I snap out of my thinking to chlo calling me
"huh, yeah?" I say
"What where you thinking?"
" I was just thinking about my room" I say
"Clara you deserve all this, come on lets get to bed its late"
"Night Chlo, love you."
"Night Clar love you too" With that we both drift off to sleep.