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EMMY'S POV

Monsters.

The only thing I could call them-or it, since they all had the same body, but I call it them, because the thing has five heads. That wasn't even the scariest part. They were the size of a football stadium. Their green scales glistened in the dark, as if some five year-old went and decorated them with glitter glue, mistaking them for macaroni. Their ten yellow eyes glowed with hatred. I knew they wanted me.

My heart was beating incredibly fast.

I wasn't sure where I was, but I knew for a fact it wasn't home. I look around frantically, looking at the surrounding monstrous creatures around me.

I had nothing to defend myself with. No sword, no knife,not even a rope-as if that would help. All I had was a bus pass & a couple of dollars. Judging from the sky, it was around 2 AM, so it's not like anyone was awake to come and at least try save me.

So I did the best I could do, throw my dollars at it and run for my dear life. This was the fastest I've ever ran, like my life depended on it. In this case, it probably did. I didn't even bother screaming, it'll just waste my breath, which will slow down my running, which will get me killed.

I felt the sharpest sting in my leg, and collapse, being dragged by the stupid monsters. I give a silent prayer to let everyone I know I love them. Dad, Addy,though we fight way too much, even annoying little Sparky, my mix-breed(Pug and Husky) pet dog, make the list. Then there's Reed, my best friend, who made the list like Moves like Jagger made the freaking charts for a year. He's normally here in situations like this.

I snap back into reality, or what's supposed to be it. I turn around kicking and fighting my way out of the monsters' grip-or testicle, or whatever you want to call it.

Now that I'm off my feet, a scream wouldn't kill. Sorry, no pun intended.

Then all of the sudden, a boy around my age comes out. Under the moonlight I can see his brown hair ruffled up, and his brown eyes, filled with delight. As if watching a monster trying to kill a girl was the amusing thing in the world. He runs, and I notice, shining under the moon, is a sword. He cuts off one head, one coming off, quickly two more grew back. Great. Another one to eat me AND him. I sigh. Thanks for the heroism, mystery boy.

As if he didn't learn his lesson the first time, he cute off another head, this time, he had matches and he swiped it and a flame grew. As the flame grew, so did the monsters. He threw the flame at the heads. He continued to do this until they were gone, into a yellow powder of dust, and I was awestruck.

I didn't have enough time to thank him, because before I could, my exhaustion overruled me. That's when I collapsed. The last thing I saw before everything went black was mystery boy catching me. ''Great,'' I think to myself, ''Prince Charming saves me again.''

My eyes open with blurred vision. My balled up hands go up to run them immediately, clearing my vision. Before I even get to breathe, the first noise that escapes my mouth is a groan. That dream. I've seen that same one, every night, for about a week now. I kick the covers off and rest my feet on the cool carpet, dragging myself to the kitchen. There, on the kitchen, is two boxes; Apple Jacks and Special Kay. I got to the table, slip into a seat, and look down at my full cereal bowl. Then, I lay my head down on the table.

''You should had some beauty sleep,'' says my Father. I look up at him, one eye open. He looks at me with a sheepish smile and his blonde hair combed back, revealing his receding hairline and grey hair. He takes a sip of his coffee and turns the page of the newspaper. I chuckle and pose dramatically.

''Oh, isn't it obvious!'' We laugh about this, my hair ten feet in the air, my morning breath you can smell from a mile away, and sleep dangling from the corners of my eyes. We both know that Addy, the perfectionist, will hate this. She's so.. naggy about everything. The wind could blow on degree to the left and criticize about how it isn't perfectly south.

I take a bite of my Apple Jacks, slurping the excess milk off of it.

''Ew..'' complains Addy. Speak of the devil. She looks up in down at my fuzzy hello kitty robe and my basketball shorts and T-shirt in disgust.

Well, she does have room to talk, with her perfect blonde curls bouncing and her blue floral dress going perfect with her white blazer, trimmed with light denim color. I didn't even realize that she walked in here. You tend to zone her out after you see all the frill and pearls everyday. She walks to her seat, every step sounding with an annoying clack of her heels, and sits down into her chair, with her perfect posture. She takes a bite of her cereal, not even letting her elbows touch the table.

I get a little annoyed and drink the extra milk from my cereal, then I run up stairs and get ready for school. As I brush my teeth and put my hair in a pony tail, I look in the mirror. My braces shining through the cracks of my lips, and make a face at the little zit at the corner of my forehead, that fortunately covered my my side bangs .

I slip on some jeans and a Hollister tee. I grab my backpack and run back to living room. Addy has a ride with her friends,and I have a ride with Reed. I go across the street to Reed's house, but he's already at my front door, with that stupid toothpick in his mouth. I roll my eyes and try to grab it, but he blocks me.

''Will you ever stop chewing on that stupid toothpick?'' I cross my arms.

''Will you ever stop being a little drama queen?'' He says smugly. I smile and hop into his car, a old, silver Toyota Corrola.

On our ride to school, a slightly just rest my head on my hands and look out of the window, considering the fact that our high school, Harry S. Truman High, is 30 minutes away from our house, it was kind of a long quiet ride. After about 10 minutes, Reed finally spoke up.

''Okay, what's wrong?'' I quickly took a glance at me and then looked back at the road.

''I'm fine.'' I lied.

''Emmy, please, we've known each other since we were how old?'' He took another glance at me.

''For 6 years, I know the story. I was nine and you were ten. And yes there is something wrong with me, okay?'' I admit.

''And what is that problem?'' he questioned as we came to a red light.

''It's that stupid dream again.'' I sigh. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

''Hey, maybe it means something.'' He elbowed me. I hit him playfully as I rolled my eyes and laughed.

We glanced into each others eyes. I began to notice every detail of him, as if I haven't seen them a million times before. I see my reflection in his blue, blue eyes. The blue that rolls up on the rock. I look a little down, looking at the one dimple that forms when he's truly happy. Then my eyes take me too his ear. There is that stupid earring I told him not to get. I mentally groan a bit at the memory. I begin to look at each brown curl in his head, that's when a honk stopped my train of though, scaring the crap about of me.

Reed had a smug smile on his face. Driving off, ''Oops, didn't realize the light turned green.'' He stepped on the gas, after a couple of more minutes, we are in the school parking lot.

First period is the only class I have with Reed, which is an elective of course, since he's a sophomore and I'm a freshman. We walk into photography sitting next to each other, as always. I look up on the board for the warm-up.

If you were president for one day, what would you do? Why?

I roll my eyes at the question, these people really need to replace their questions with more sophisticated ones. It's High School for crying out loud.

Once the bell rings and everyone in there seat. I look at Mrs. Stevenson, who's announcing to the class about the new student. She likes to make 'Grand Entrances' when it comes to new students, which aren't really all that grand if you ask me. All she does is play music and opens the door to let the student come in. She puts on a song and yells, ''Here's our new student Clayton McClain!'' As she opens the door, I get a swig of tan skin and ruffled brown hair. That's when I saw him.

The brown ruffled hair. The eyes I once thought brown in the moonlight,but are really hazel in the normal light. The tan skin. The snide smile. It's him.

The boy from my dream.

So..like..did you like it? I think it was a little short. Wah, but his seemed like a good place to stop, and I promise I'm working on the next one! Please tell me if you think it's good!