A N D I E ' S P O V:
I'm breathing very heavily while running down a dark, lifeless street. I turn around to see who is chasing me, and I feel someone grab me from behind and pull me into a dark alley. I get pinned up against a brick wall by my attacker.
Everything is so blurry. I feel like I'm numb all over. Just as I was about to give up, I hear footsteps running towards me. I get scared thinking they are a team of attackers. But reluctantly whoever he was, he pushed my attacker from me and told me to get help. All I can think about is "who is my mystery savior?" I run looking everywhere for anyone, while hearing violent punching and grunts. I keep running and running, yet everything is getting farther and farther away from me.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP, SMACK!*
I wake up and hit my alarm clock.
"Great, 6 a.m. already." I say to myself.
I love having a mini heart attack, along with the same nightmare in the morning. I've been having the same dream for the past few weeks now.
I trudge downstairs, in search of some food. I end up eating some toast with peanut butter. It's funny, after a year since I moved to Australia, there are empty cardboard boxes piled up in the kitchen from all my stuff. My mom never gets the chance to get rid of them.
I hear my mom come down the stairs, with the clicking of her fancy heels. Even though they kill her feet, she says she needs to look professional because she works in a fancy office building. So she's barely even home anymore. I used to live with my dad and my older sister, Cianna, in California. I had to move to Australia with my mom specifically because of Cianna and my dad. My dad is an alcoholic and my sister hung out with a bad crowd. She got into drugs and alcohol so now she's in rehab. Ah, she's a mess. My mom thought I was in an unstable environment and suggested I move in with her. I couldn't pass up that offer, trading in my unpopular, nasty living life, to high end living.
I go to my room, which my mom spent way too much money on. And go to the bathroom that connects to my room. I jump in the shower, the hot water giving me wonderful chills all over, I wash up and then get out. After, I brush my teeth.
I pick out my outfit which consisted of light wash, holy skinny jeans, a dark plum, flowy, tank top, and a pair of multi colored floral vans. I let my long dark brown straight hair hang down my back. I put on a light brown eyeshadow, with black top eyeliner, and lots of mascara, bottom and top lashes.
I grab my silver Victoria's Secret backpack and head out to my car. My best friend Skylar was already waiting for me. I took her to school since she didn't have a car yet.
"Wow Andie! You look so pretty!" Skylar says to me.
"Thank you! As do you." I say back.
We hop into my car and listen to some punk rock music on the way to school.
"Just a few more weeks until I can finally afford my car!" Skylar says to me.
"I still can't believe your parents are making you pay for your own car." I say to her.
"Yeah, I know! They told me if I payed for it myself then I would appreciate it more." She said to me in a mocking voice of her parents.
"So," Skylar begins, "have that dream again?"
"Yep," I say with a dull tone. "What's new."
We pull into the school parking lot as I say to Skylar,
"Welcome to hell."
N O T E S:
This chapter was to introduce the characters and scenery. Sorry if it was short, and boring, but trust me it gets a lot better!
What's going on with Andie's dreams?