Chapter 1

I walked into the darkness, not knowing what was waiting in front of me. Suddenly, there was a bright light and a sweet voice was calling me. "Yamato…Ishida…please…help me…Yamato…" the voice kept saying. I reached my hands out, but received nothing. The bright light destroyed the darkness and I could partially see a figure. The figure was a female; no doubt, because I could see the curves and that she looked like someone very familiar. I reached my hands out again, wanting to pull the girl into my arms and seeing her face. I reached my right hand out further and felt her hands in mine. I pulled closer, but…that was when my dream was broken by the sound of my alarm clock.

I opened my eyes and saw that I was sitting up in bed and my right hand was reaching out for something. I shook my head and shut the alarm clock. "God…this dream…what's the meaning to it? Argh…forget it…" I said and hopped out of bed and stretched. I walked out of my room and knocked on my father's room. "Dad! Wake up!" I shouted and heard my father moan and grunt. I then walked to the bathroom. I stared at the mirror and began to gel my hair at the right angles and degrees. I brushed my teeth and did everything that was needed.

I walked out of the bathroom and knocked on my father's door again. "DAD! WAKE UP! YOU'LL BE LATE…AGAIN!!" I screamed at the door. The door then swung open and my father walked out sleepily and headed towards the bathroom. I chuckled to myself and walked back to my room. I shut the door behind me and began to take my pajamas off and slipped on my school uniform. It was only a green jacket with a white dress shirt and a pair of gray pants. Unlike Tai, I buttoned my dress shirt except for two buttons near the top, but I do button the green jacket though. I have a reputation in school. I'm a guy who has a band and wants to look sophisticated for only one reason. That reason made me who I am right now.

I walked out of my room and started to cook up breakfast. It was pretty hard cooking breakfast each morning, but I got use to it. Today I made only three pancakes and got a bowl of cereal ready. The pancakes were for me while the bowl of cereal was for my father. I'm a growing boy and growing boys do need to eat more! I sat down at the table and started to eat my pancakes. After ten minutes my father walked out all dressed. He sat across from me and ate his cereal.

"Oh yeah, Matt, don't make dinner for me tonight. I'll be coming home late." He said and then took another spoonful of cereal and milk.

"Um…okay dad. Real busy at the station?" I asked and took another bite of pancake.

"Yeah and also…I got a date with a very fine woman." He said and smiled evilly.

"Uhh…I don't even want to ask…" I commented and finished my last pancake.

"You know this woman too." He said and took another spoonful.

"Is it…mom?" I asked and got up from my seat. I walked over to the sink and started to wash my plate and fork.