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Dream and the World is yours,
My name is Dreama but I prefer to be called Dream. I am fourteen years old although I have been told that I was born old. I don't like to dream, to daydream or anything. It seems to me a waste of time. Plus dreams never come true. I know that. When I was little my mother frequently tried to read to me fairytales. I never gave in. I know that there probably isn't a prince out there waiting for me. I don't have a fairy godmother otherwise she would have showed up by now. I know what you're thinking, it's a little weird that my name is Dreama, my parents are those people that believe in these things they call fairytales. Most of them are so …. Absurd. I don't understand. I believe what I see.
I live in crowded England, even more of a reason not to believe that there is a land where dreams come true. I guess I should tell you more about me, as you already know my name is Dreama, I live in England. My hair is a raspberry red, my eyes a forest of green. I am tall and slim, obviously not athletic. My favourite colour is blue. My favourite time of the day is midnight, when I look out of my window to the big white moon, almost dreaming, and waiting for my bit of unexpected to come around the corner. My best friend and practically twin's name is Drea, its short for Andrea. She is gorgeous, black hair darker than the night and violet eyes that pierce the soul. She is an amazing person, loving and all.
I go to boarding school, at the moment I am home, meaning it is the weekend. At school I share a room with Drea. I absolutely suck at writing. It is as if I don't have a creative side. Drea on the other hand is absolutely amazing at writing, she can capture any scene on paper in a matter of seconds.
My name is Dream, and this is my story.
"Dream, wake up," a women with long red hair shouted up the stairs to a sunlit bedroom where a fourteen year old girl slept in a dreamless slumber. Her eyes opened revealing glowing emeralds. "Come on honey, or you'll be late for school." The fourteen year old slowly opened her eyes only to regret it as the sunlight shone in her eyes painfully.
"I'm up mum," Dream shouted, poking her head out of her bedroom door to deliver the message. She sat back on her blue and green patterned duvets as she massaged her head. With a sigh she moves towards her wardrobe; an old wooden wardrobe to get dressed. The school she goes to has a very distinctive uniform; green and sea-blue pleated skirt, an orange blouse that clashes badly with Dream's raspberry-red hair, and a red blazer on top of it all.
"Come on Dream," the women, Dreams mother shouts from downstairs losing her temper as her daughter is getting up like every mother would.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Screams Dream, worked up about nothing. One can hardly get changed with someone constantly shouting at them. Thank god all is quiet now. Dream looks around her room until locating a large brown suitcase filled with all her stuff, school and home. She drags the large bag out of her room tucking her already ready cell phone into her skirt pocket. As soon as she is out of her bedroom her thoughts whirl to a certain girl names Drea. She literally bounces down each stair as if the large brown oddly shaped bag was naught but a bag of saw dust.
"I'm here Mum," she mutters almost to herself, still with thoughts wrapped around her best friend.
"Good, now darling promise me you'll be safe," Dreams mother tells her in that motherly tone all good mothers use. "Oh and one more thing, I got this book for you, you might like it. I just thought the … er … the trip will be long so ….." holding the book 'Ella Enchanted' she stutters through her words.
"Mum," her daughter Dream says in a polite manner, "We have gone through this, I don't believe in these childish nonsense. These stories are... Well absurd." Dream confronts her mother in a very forward way.
"But …" Dreams mother starts only to stop to think. Always think before you act thought Dream looking at her mothers thoughtful face. Maybe one day she'll realise, fiction is not true. "You have to go to school," says the overly disappointed mother brushing a red strand of her behind her pale ears and looking at her daughter with piercing ice blue eyes. "Bye darling," she says hugging her only daughter tightly to her chest before letting her go and ushering her through the door. I just wish she would believe she thought as she watched her daughter, her little girl board the yellow school bus without as much as a kiss or a good bye. Tears sparked in her eyes and she wiped them away hastily. She turned around as the bus was leaving disappearing into the fogy weather. As the raindrops began to fall, the mother walked into her pure white house, through the peach door settling on the coach. All alone. Husband gone to work, she curled up into a small ball like she would have when she was younger, turned the TV on for some sound and cried. The rain hit the window forcefully, it shuddered and was silent. Never in a world full of dreams was there a little girl who didn't believe.
I hope you like it. I would love to hear your thoughts so please review. Chapter 2 will be coming up either later today or tomorrow Thank you for reading!!! .