I was walking, no… I was stumbling through a Forrest. A canopy of vines and deep brown branches slept above my head. I began to slowly thread my way through the rough twigs and undergrowth's that play all around me. Leaves crunch behind me. I shiver and turn. Fear and terror encase me and wrap themselves around my lungs, freezing my breath before it even escape's me. I rip away and throw myself forward, I run blindly between bushes and shrubs that lay ahead. But am pulled back by a cold, dripping wet hand that rests itself on my shoulder and my entire body shudders to a halt. The hand swings me around. I scream. Aghhhhhhhhhhh…
"Ahhh" I wake with body shaking uncontrollably and my eyes darting frantically around the room. But I am alone. I breathe deeply and run my hands through my hair, too tired to tuck away the few damp strands resting on and framing my face. Suddenly my door is shoved open and a worry stricken Liam falls through it. He quickly picks himself up and rushes to my side.
"Are you okay?"
"I 'fought yous' was dying!"
"What 'appened?" His word's zip by me so fast that it's a wonder I heard a single one.
"Liam," I say, trying to calm him down. "Liam, it's aright'. I'm fine. Just a bad dream, thas' all."
He looks at me wearily. The concern is etched into his face and it makes my heart bleed. I lean forward and look him dead in the eye.
"Go back to bed, I really am fine." He tries to stop fussing, but I can see the worry rolling off him in glistening marbles. He slowly stands and retreats back to my door. He turns to leave, but before he goes he tells me,
"Let me know if you need anything." How sweet. Now, the only thing I need to think about is… getting back to sleep. I sign and flop back into the comfort of my fluffy pillow and duna. The sound of ruffled sheets resonates through the empty room satisfyingly. It is going to be a long night.
I wake up the next morning aching all over. My muscles feel like they have been stretched to the point of tearing. It's like I've been running for hours. I shrug and grab my hair brush. I run it through my hair until it is presentable and grab my wash bag and clothes for that day. I rush to the bathroom and squeeze in just before Sapphire was about to step inside.
"Hey, Rose!" She complained. I laugh and poke my tongue out. As I close the door I say,
"You snooze you lose!" I turn on the shower and proceed to wash myself of the nightmares and sleep. "Ughhh" She storms off. I shake my head and continue grooming myself.
After I am dry and clean, I apply some lip-gloss and very little mascara. I was surprised at myself because of the level of beauty and style I was aiming for, but I had a really good reason. One of Liam's friends from school was coming over and I wanted to look extra nice. He is well, fit. I couldn't wait to meet him.
A half hour later, I had finished and was quite pleased with the results. I straightened my hair so it flowed behind me like a rich, blonde curtain. I left a select few tendrils alone, so that my face was framed with small ringlets.
The clothes that I had chosen fit nicely against my skin. I put on a long sleeved black top, with the sleeves having small, but big enough to notice, see through holes placed along a pattern of roses. The top was tucked into a bleached pair of denim shorts, which had strands of white string fraying the edges. I had black, ray-ban sunglasses, with the arms painted a bright red. I had organised the contents of my black "Vans" backpack the night before. My frilly pale, orange bikini, beach towel, makeup bag with only the products I used to get ready. And lastly my phone and purse. My purse was a small blue material bag with a bronzed, metal post-man motorbike on the front. And in small, white, cursive writing, an inscription an address that was almost impossible to make out. My phone was a simple I-Phone. The cover was an aged, English flag. To finish, I set my mother's St. Petersburg pocket watch around my neck. I was finally ready!
As I exited the bathroom, I bumped into Liam. He chuckled.
"Hey there Rosy Po…" His eyes did a double-take as he took in my strange appearance. "sy… you know, if you're even in there?"
I rolled my eyes and bounced past him. I was too happy to let him spoil my day. As I placed my back-pack on my bed, and put all my stray items away, I heard the doorbell ring. My head snapped up, and I practically threw Mike behind me as I jumped over the banister off the side of the staircase in my hurry to get to the door. Quickly straightening my clothes and arranging my hair so it rested on my shoulders flatteringly. I opened the door with a smile that could shatter diamonds, only to let it fall, at the sight of Tracy Beaker.
"Oh, it's just you." I sigh. She laughs sarcastically.
"Nice to see you Tracy, oh, how are you Tracy?" She shakes her head and walks past me into the office. Turning to walk back upstairs, the doorbell rings again. I groan.
"Who now… Gina?" I swing my body around and open the door, yet again. A frown soon turns to a shocked expression, as I see a pair of the most beautiful sea-green eyes, pearly white teeth displayed in a cheeky grin, and messy, beach-blonde hair. My body stills as his grin widens.
"Hey, I'm Jamie." He winks. And I might just be in love.