Chapter 1
I woke up with sweat dripping from my forehead. My heart felt like it was trying to come out of my chest. And my breathing was too fast for me to take. Okay Kayla, calm down. A few seconds later, I'm back to normal. I pulled off my covers and got up. Whoa, steady. I steady myself before I fall over. I head over to my dresser and rummage through my drawers for my clothes. I pull out my long black skinny jeans and red and black turtleneck. "Kayla!!" I heard my aunt call from downstairs. I sigh. I head out of my room and down the stairs. Before I even hit the kitchen, I smell the smell of her famous french toast and eggs. I round the table to my favorite blue chair and flop myself down. "Orange juice?" she asked me and set a glass of orange juice in front of me. Five minutes later we were sitting there eating french toast and not saying a word. To any other family, this might've been awkward, but ever since I got dumped in my moms' sisters' home, it's been the usual routine. I looked up at the clock. "Oh shit! I'm gonna be late!" I shouted and jumped out of my chair. "Hey! Watch your language, young lady!" she yelled when I left the room. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I muttered to myself. Sigh. I can't wait till I get out of this stupid place. I slam the door behind me and start walking. I dig out my ipod that I just happened to pick up on my way out the door and push play. The second the sound pounded against my eardrums, I start thinking about my dream. What was I running from and who was that guy? I got a flash of pain in my head when a fuzzy image popped in my mind. What was that? In case I got that pain again, I didn't continue thinking about it. I stopped at the curb, searching for a chance to cross the traffic. I looked over at the other side of the street for some reason and almost fainted. The guy in my dream was standing there, staring at me.