I ran down the long corridor, the walls were crawling with animals and insects of all sorts; all of a sudden a wolf jumped out in front of me and growled baring its fang. I stumbled back a few steps, but there was a wall behind me, the wolf lunged at me fangs digging into my arm.

I woke with a scream, sweat rolling down my face, Just a dream…only a dream, I thought immediately as the door opened and my mother walked in.

"Time to get up for school today…Sasha, are you okay? Oh my, are you sick? You're sweating terribly, you should stay home today," mother said looking at me.

"No, mother I'm fine, I just had a bad dream," I said getting out of bed, stretching and yawning.

"Well okay but you better hurry or your going to miss the bus," mother said smiling and walking out of the room. I listened to my mother walk down the wooden stairs, the sound of her foot steps gradually disappearing and I sighed.

After changing out of my flannels and putting on a new bra and underwear I grabbed my school cloths and put them on. God I can hardly breathe, I thought laughing slightly as I opened my bedroom door and running down the stairs. I grabbed a piece of toast off the table and put it in my mouth while picking up my backpack from off the chair sliding it on my shoulders.

"Bye mother!" I shouted as I opened the door and ran out to the bus stop, just in time. The bus just pulled around the corner; a city bus. Its next stop was right near my school. She was nineteen, her mother had stopped driving her to school two years ago, then the next night talked about Sasha growing up so fast, or some crap like that.

The bus stopped and I got off running up to my school. The day was normal as usual…so boring. Nothing interesting happens, I wish something cool or different would happen, but the chances of that were slim to none. Life was boring right now, and I agreed with myself on that, but I had no idea that my whole life was going to change over night.

I frowned, it was Friday and I had to walk home, the bus didn't run a return trip on Fridays for some reason. I walked out of the front doors of the school looking ahead in the direction I was going. As I was walking a few boys from school ran up on either side of me.

"So Sasha, you didn't answer my invite to the party this weekend, what's the matter, you scared of little old me?" The one named Kiru said laughing, the other guys laughing at me and pushing me slightly repeating him.

"No, actually this is your answer: you're a dick. Not to mention a pervert. I do not like you, I am not coming," I said picking up my pace; I was very uncomfortable around them.

"You little bitch, but that's okay I like girls who play hard to get. It provides a little challenge, if you know what I mean," Kiru said with a smirk across his face. I turned to him and punched him right in the face and turned back around running to my house. Hurrying up to my front door I opened it and ran inside.

"Oh, you're home. Would you like some dinner?" Mother said looking at me. I nodded a yes and went upstairs. Setting my book-bag down, I sat down on my bed with my head in my hands, I sighed. I hate them so much, but there was nothing I could do. Maybe a little supper would help, and after that a nice warm bath, I walked out of my room and down the stairs to my mother and father awaiting me at the dinner table.

"Hi mom, hi dad," I said sitting down at the table and we all started eating. Tonight's supper was mashed potatoes, orange juice, steak, and biscuits.

"So what did you do today dad?" I asked, trying to end the silence.

"Well, I went to work and came home. What about you?" Her father asked looking up from his plate.

"Yes, anything special happen at school…or special someone?" Her mother asked smirking.

"Went to school and came home. No, I have not met anyone special mother," I said regretting ending the silence. Suddenly not feeling very hungry, I excused myself from the table.

Walking upstairs and grabbing my washed flannels off my bed I headed into the bathroom; I locked the door and turned on the shower waiting for the water to warm. I undressed myself and stepped into the bathtub under the running shower water. Grabbing the shampoo, I began washing my hair. After cleaning up I turned on the tub water and stepped out waiting for it to fill up. I sighed wondering if life could get any duller than it already was.

When the tub was full I stopped the water and stepped in. It was very warm and relaxing; almost too warm but I slowly slid into the tub leaving only my head sticking above the water. I closed my eyes and let all the troubles and worries of my life go, just relaxing and enjoying the silence. Fifteen minutes later I got out of the tub and put on my flannels and walked out of the bathroom and into my bed room lying on my bed. I shut off the lights, looking at the ceiling.

BAM!

Something flew into my window. I looked up, scared as hell, to see…a boy, a boy just…flew into my window!