A/N: Ok so this is my first ever story... I have lots of ideas where I want to take this (mainly because of a dream I had last night) but I just wanted to put this out there and see what kind of response (if any) I get.
It wasn't the first time she had woke up like this. Her heart was pounding so loud she thought there was a brass band playing in the corner of her bedroom. She looked at the clock to her right... 5:30am. She would have to get up soon anyway for her routine so she steadily kicked the duvet and climbed out of bed. Walking to the bathroom she switched on the light and looked in the mirror... It felt so real, that dream, the reoccurring dream. She never saw faces, just shapes but the memory of that dream was so real she could paint you a picture or write a book and tell you as though it had just happened to her.
She didn't recognise the place but the people were familiar, even if she couldn't name them. They were in a room; walls that were once white were now a ting of yellow from the cigarette fumes that had previously occupied the room. They were all excited (though once again she couldn't tell you who 'they' were). One thing she does know is that she has never before seen anyone so beautiful in her entire life. The strange thing about this particular beauty was that it was the affect and description of a girl. A beautiful, tall, blonde girl to be exact. She had never been attracted to girls before, sure she knew a pretty girl when she saw one but there was something about her that pulled her in and made her want to know more, it made her want to get to know 'her' more. The blonde girl was twirling in a yellow dress so that it flared out from the bottom and she was smiling. Her smile was so breath taking that she found herself staring at her in awe just to appreciate the perfection that was radiating from the girl in front of her. 'What are you staring at?' snarled another girl. She had black hair and a Latina complexion. She was also beautiful but nothing at the side of the blonde. 'Rachel! I asked you a question' the Latina shouted again. How did she know her name? 'RACHEL!'
Rachel turned around startled to find Hiram standing at the door of the bathroom staring at her with love and pride. 'Sorry daddy, I suppose I was in a daydream. I lost myself. What did you say?' Hiram smiled and walked towards Rachel with his arms open wide. Rachel embraced him and loved the safety he provided with his big protective arms. 'I asked if you were ok, I heard you wake up over an hour ago and you still haven't been down for breakfast. You're normally ready for school by now' Hiram asked calmly feeling the tension leave his daughter just by their hug. 'I'm ok daddy I just had a bad dream. Sorry I didn't realise the time. I can't believe I've messed up my whole routine. What time is it?' Hiram chuckled and separated from Rachel and checked his watch. 'Nearly 7am princess. I think you best hurry up and get ready for school'. 'Sure thing daddy' Rachel said and began getting ready for school. She couldn't shake that dream, it was so real. It had started so peaceful and progressed so badly it had terrified her and made her in to a petrified wreck. What did it all mean and who was that blonde girl who was so beautiful she could make angels cry? She didn't have time to think about it now but she was sure that she would find out.
