2015

Larissa Jones has dreams of a boy, a boy she's never met. Every night would be a new fantasy in this perfect relationship. Dates to restaurants; watching the sunset or drives into the middle of nowhere. It was perfect and he was perfect too. Dark brown ringlets framed his face and bottomless green eyes that she could stare into forever.

But when Larissa goes to see a fortune teller for fun with her friend and the fortune teller magically recites everything in her dreams-that she’s going to meet a boy in a couple of years, with brown curls and green eyes and will go on wonderful and romantic dates with, she starts to unravel that maybe these aren’t just dreams, but visions into the future, her whole world changes.

How will she meet this boy? She finally stops delving into her dreamland of books long enough to make the connection that this boy isn’t just some recurring perfection, he’s Harry Styles and with millions of fans worldwide (after doing some research), how will she meet

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5. A Problem Shared...

Once I’d got outside of the tent Jess pounced on me straight away.

‘How was it? What did she say?’ she quickly said.

‘Yeah, she romance was on the cards!’ I tried to say it enthusiastically but I had more hope of convincing a pigeon. I wasn’t exactly lying but I wasn’t saying the whole truth either. I didn’t fancy spending the next three hours searching for my ‘Romeo’.

Thankfully Jess was incredibly gullible. She pulled me into a tight hug.

‘That’s awesome Rissy!’ she pulled back, ‘hey, are you okay?’

‘Yeah I’m fine, don’t worry,’ I said probably a little too quickly. Jess narrowed her eyes but gave up nonetheless.

We walked around for a bit, looking through the fair. I stared aimlessly at the different types of people wasting their money on the stalls knowing that most of the time they were not going to win anything. I was trying to get my head around what Betty had said. I mean, it was an exact replica of the boy in my dreams! And surely what she said about me being like her wasn’t true? How could I be like her, I will never ever end up like her!

The way she described him though, it was like she had been living my dreams with me for the past year. All the cute little dates that had took place inside my head, she had told me them straight back to me. Did she know about the dreams though? I really wish I had asked if the ‘spirits’ knew the name of the boy because that would certainly help me. I had entered that tent with a very closed off mind but now I was starting to doubt myself. How can someone be that correct?

I was very scared with all of these new details because suddenly these dreams weren’t just silly fantasies in my head, they had a new meaning. The boy, I need to find him, that’s what Betty said. I was quite angry with her because she had left me dumbstruck with this newfound information without a name and with nowhere to find him! There are seven billion people on this earth and if she thinks that I am dedicating my life to finding my true love or soul mate then she can think again.

But through all of these angry thoughts there was the irrational side of me that was quite excited. I have a soul mate! And we’ve been together for a very, very long time. Also, there was a possibility that my dreams could come true! Good God that sounds like something you would hear at Disneyland.

Suddenly a loud noise broke me out of my thoughts. It was the starting of music.

‘Larissa, look over there! The dancers are performing! Can we go watch them?’ Jess said excitedly.

‘Yes, come on then,’ I was quite a big fan of dancing so watching them wouldn’t be so bad. I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate though; my thoughts were just to clouded with a certain curly haired boy.

The music was really loud and hurt my ears a little bit. Jess and I gently pushed our way to the front where a metal barricade was separating us from the dancers and the audience. The first group was a bunch of what looked to be 13 year old girls. They did a fun upbeat dance to Rihanna’s: What’s My Name. We danced to the beat and enjoyed ourselves. For thirty seconds I almost forgot about the boy.

We were going to go after that song but then some adorable four year olds came out. The crowd awed and we knew that we had to watch these first. They danced around to a song that I didn’t know but found that it was quite good. One of the girls was a couple of beats behind in the steps and tripped over, she blushed as the audience cooed again.

It was like a mutual decision between the two of us when we wanted to leave after this dance. We pushed our way out again and other people hurriedly moved into our space. On the way out I caught the time of closing for today. 6pm.

‘Jess what was that song that was playing for the four year olds? You seemed to know the lyrics,’ I asked on our way home.

‘Oh!’ this question seemed to interest her, ‘it was One Direction’s new song. Live While We’re Young. I told you about it the other day remember?’

‘Huh,’ they were better than I thought. I actually enjoyed their music and they weren’t some really cheesy pop group.

‘I know!’ she grinned even though I gave her a one word answer.

We had agreed to stop for some lunch and then go our separate ways much to my disappointment. I hoped mum and dad were back yet. I love company. We went into McDonalds and ordered our food. Sophisticated I know but it’s cheap and so, so good.

I hugged Jess goodbye when we got outside and she went to the opposite side of the street to me to go to her house. I waved and then started walking in the direction of my house. Except I wasn’t, once I got out of sight of Jess and couldn’t see her anymore I crept back out and walked the other way… back to the fair…

It was a spur of the moment thing but I knew I had to talk to Betty. I needed answers and I couldn’t let the only person that hopefully had them get away.

Once I’d got back to the fair the crowds had died down quite a bit and I wasn’t as claustrophobic as I was before. I stopped right outside Betty’s tent and a voice startled me.

‘I knew you’d come back,’ it was the obnoxious man from this morning.

‘How did you know?’ I asked back coldly.

‘They always do. I saw your expression this morning and I knew you had been told something you either had unnecessarily wanted to hear or it had shocked you a lot.’
He was right, ‘oh. Okay. Well, can I see Betty again please?’

‘Of course,’ Wow we were actually being civil. I got out my purse and was about to get my money when he stopped me again.

‘Don’t worry; you don’t have to pay again.’

‘Thank you,’ I said sincerely.

‘S’alright,’ he replied gruffly.

I stepped inside the familiar curtain and closed it behind me.

‘Hi, Larissa, I see you’ve come back,’ Betty’s face was there again. Sitting in behind that battered down desk like last time.

‘Um, yeah, yeah I have.’

‘May I ask why?’

‘Yeah, um, I sort of need answers.’

‘Come take a seat.’

I did as she said and sat in front of her.

‘I could see that what I’d said this morning had struck a nerve,’ she let out a deep chuckle that made me flinch, ‘would you tell me why?’

I didn’t want to but I felt oddly comforted by the old lady. I knew she wouldn’t go spouting her mouth to anybody. It didn’t look like she had anybody to talk to anyway. And if I was to tell her I more than likely wouldn’t see her again. What had I to lose? They say a problem shared is a problem halved right?

‘Okay, I will tell you but only if I can get some answers,’ I compromised.

‘Okay.’

I drew in a deep breath and started, ‘I have these dreams, okay? Don’t laugh. I have them most nights. They will last all night because I can recall everything that happens in them every morning when I wake up. I’ve been having them for about a year and I don’t really remember when I first started having them. I just woke up one day and I could recite them. The dreams are about me and this…’ I blushed, ‘a boy. We are like, boyfriend and girlfriend in them. At first I thought they were just harmless fantasies and my mind was playing tricks on me but then this is the part where it gets creepy. The boy in the dreams is the exact boy you described to me this morning-my future soul mate. He has curly hair and really green eyes. In the dreams he takes me out on cute little dates and always tells me he loves me. It’s perfect. I never know his name though, he says mine countless times and it gets annoying. Whenever I ask something really deep like ‘what's your name’ or ‘who are you’ I normally wake up. I am so confused between what's real or not when I wake up that I get dizzy and uncoordinated. What do you think?’

That old saying was right, I felt so much better for getting that off my chest.

‘Betty?’ I asked, she still hadn’t responded.

‘Wow,’ was all she said.
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