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.

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1. The dream

    

                                                                                             Chapter One    

                                    As I feel asleep I had a dream. My dream was constructed of me walking through a medow full of roses, dandilions, and zinnias. So I decided to lay in the middle of the field, but when I did I heard a deep, low, soft voice. It could have been of someone with so much passion that it seemed protective. It spoke to me and said, " I am here to protect you, my sweet Annalise, I am your garden. You can only see me when I want to be seen...you are also the only one who can see me..." I sit up and there is a mist so soft that I just want to touch it, but just as I go to touch it, right in my grasp, it disappears from sight. I feel a deep pain like my stomach is being ripped out of me. I look up and repeat the simple words," why me? What's so important about me?" I begin to drift back to my concisnous. I awake back I'm my room. Where it is safe, where I no IM safe from anything in the outside world. 

 

 

 

             

                The next morning I walked into the kitchen to talk to my dad, " Dad I don't like when we fight..... Since mom has been gone I have the feeling we are drifting apart...so I'm will to try the move...to keep our connection." He turns to me and says, " ok honey. We set to go out a week from today. I have some boxes out back for whenever you are ready. You can start to pack your things later today.."

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