The way my life was before

The way my life was before I met him was very typical.. But now as I think of the events of the past few months .. I've realized my life is anything but typical. I am here to tell you my story ... My story of how it all began.... I walked into my room and slam the door. I suddenly here foots steps at my door and then it opens."You will not be slamming doors in this house young lady!!not if I have anything to do with it! You live under my house, under my rules! You will obey what I say! And when I say we will be moving we are! And that's final!" My dad says in his deep booming voice. I calm down enough to say," Dad you don't understand what i will haft to go through..I new school junior year! I'll haft to make all new friends and I will only see them for two years!" He turns away slowly and walks out my room and says, " We will talk more about this to more when were both calm." I get up and shut my door and lay on my bed.


5. Blackout

I respond to the voice and say, "yes I am fine. May I ask why you have come to my dream once agin?" The voice replies and says, " I felt you were in danger or injured. It is ok for you to wake up should return." I speak softly almost at a whisper, " Who are you?" The voice replies sternly, "I'm Liam. Your protector. You must now return." As I returned to my concisnous everything around me looked fuzzy. I woke up to my dad laying over me. He says," Honey are you ok.. I just came to cheak on you and saw you passed out on the floor. So I picked you up and layed you on your bed." I looked up at him and said, "Dad I'm fine. Would it kill you to take a chill pill every once in a while." I giggled hafe heartedly and thought about the boy in my dreams. I wonder what is so important about me that I need a protector. Obviously there is something going dad breaks my thought and says," You need to unpack your clothes whenever you feel up to it. Your first dad at school starts tomorrow." I look at my dad and say,"Ok dad. I'll get It done. Don't worry." I flash him a smile and get up and go to some boxes. I start to unpack my clothes and put them in the closet my my bathroom. Not nearly enough clothes to feel my closet. That's the first. At my other house I didn't have enough room. That's a shocker. As I unload my stuff I think of the voice in my dreams. I decided that I would not think about it until I dreamt about it agin....which will probly be never.
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