I knew I was dreaming again. It had the same familiar feel as the last dream I had of her. Still I let the memory consume me.
This time I was thirteen years old and we were in the car going home. Mom had been crying her eyes out as we drove in the dark. Driving to a speed that made the bottom of my feet tingle, even young, I knew was not good.
"Mom?" I said. She didn't respond instead she accelerated. The car felt like there was nothing beneath it and it frightened me, "Mom!"
Still no response and I looked at the speed. 77. 78. 79. 80. 81. 82. 83. 84. With each passing second the speed kept rising and rising, "MOM!" I screamed when it finally shot up to 90.
"WHAT!" She screamed back. In that second she notice something jumps in front of us. A plastic bag, a bird, we weren't exactly sure. Still mom stomped on the breaks and the car slid on the concrete.
They say that a picture can tell a thousand words. Well I guess faces are no exception, especially if they are your mother, but I believe that night anyone would be able to guess my emotions, because the answer swam in my eyes. It was drenched in the purest concoction of fear. The closest taste of death I have ever experienced.
The car flipped.
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I wake up finding myself on my desk, trying to catch my breath as I wipe the cold sweat off my forehead.
Just a dream, I think as I pull a sheet of paper off my face.
My alarm clock is ringing. I really hate my alarm clock. Still I need to wake up, and get ready for the school day.
My name is Clara, a very common name, for a very common girl, with a very uncommon secret, like, I could never go home, because… well, if I told you then it wouldn't be a secret anymore, now would it?
So I live in a Motel 6, I know. Never really your first choice to where you want to live, but when you have no place to really go, you become desperate and sooner or later, a Motel 6, kind of looks like Elvis's mansion. I mean. Really I could be doing so much worse. I could be sleeping under park benches, like I used to, and eating out of the trash. Thank god for Dollar menus.
After I took my shower and finished drying my hair, and getting dressed. Yes. I do that too sometimes. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a moment to look at my outfit. I was wearing a long white flow cotton blouse, black skinny jeans and my black converse. I knew I needed something, something to pull the whole outfit together. It was then I saw it glittering in the corner of my eye. Sparkling, like it wanted me to notice it. It was the necklace I was given years ago. Another long story I promise I will share, but for the moment, I don't feel like telling it. Right now, I have to go to school.
READER'S NOTE: Okay I know that wasn't my best work and really it could have been longer, but I had soooo many things to do today and I wanted to give you guys something to read. For those of you reading this Please tell me. What do you think?