Madison Velez sat on the dock. Her blond curls bounced up and down. The sun was setting and she wondered about everything that was going on in Wisconsin lately.
Weird things, her dyslexia was getting worse and worse. And her attention span has been getting shorter and shor- look a fish!
Shorter and shorter. She had told Meredith and Jacques about her odd behavior. And they shrugged and rubbed her hair. Saying oh its nothing.
How would they know, huh? They didn't have to get whispers in the hall when she claimed not to be able to read the question on the board. Or when Madison wasn't able to stop the goal during soccer because she was fighting a tree for her juice box when she was seven.
The family she was living with then said they couldn't handle a child like that and quickly disposed of her. She had been living with the Velez's for 5 years, she remembered being scared but not showing it.
They didn't think she was afraid because she had threw their cat at the time, Celeste, out the window. But they still kept her. Treated her right, loved her.
She loved them back. The waves crashed harder now and she decided to leave. The sun was almost gone and the walk was fifteen minutes back home. But it was worth it.
Madison walked home slowly. The air was still and the crickets chirped. A purple bike with a redhead speeded past her. She knew who it is; it was her "sister", Grace. Grace was annoying, and a snob. At school Grace would purposely make Madison's life a living hell. Grace stopped at the corner.
"Maddie! Get up here!" Yelled Grace. Madison ran up. Her flip flops slapped the road as she ran to catch up to Grace. Surprisingly, Grace didn't ride away laughing. But instead she motioned to the big basket. "Need a ride?"
"Actually yes," Madison climbed into the basket and Grace began to peddled. Grace had her hair in two red braids, Grace was11, two years younger than Madison, but Grace was tall and lean.
"Were you at the dock?" Asked Grace.
"Yeah, it's so quiet down there. And it's a great place to see the sun set," retorted Madison. Her tone was plain and sort of emotionless.
"That is very deep, Maddie! You are such a poet!" Exclaimed Grace. Grace's hazel eyes lit up. Her freckled face also brightened up. "To bad about the dyslexia."
"I dyslexic am." Said Madison and she winked as the wind hit her face. Grace wasn't breaking a sweat and just kept pedaling. Grace was really strong, Madison went to the gym with Grace. Madison would run peacefully on the treadmill, and even did laps later, but Grace would lift weights and talk with the huge guys who looked like they were on steroids.
"Dune is also dyslexic," said Grace. She did a sharp turn and Madison almost fell.
"Watch it! Grace you idiot!" Yelled Madison she turned back to face Grace. Grace's face got red.
"Duck," said Grace. Madison looked around.
"Duck where!" Yelled Madison she sat up straight and looked left and right. Suddenly a branch slapped into Madison's face. Madison fell off the bike. Her nose was bleeding and Madison was knocked out.
"Maddie!" Cried Grace. She started to tremble. Had she killed Madison? Grace looked for a pulse. She was alive. Oh! Crap! Ok now what do I do? I know!
"YO GIRL KNOCKED OUT OVER HERE!"
Madison was walking through a field laurel tree's were spread far and wide. And crows by the dozens sat silently on the branches. The sun was bright it was oddly colored. Almost pink.
Wait now it was pink.
"Madison?" Called a voice. Madison screamed and turned around. A girl with wild curly red hair smiled at Madison cleverly. She had paint on her toga and even some paint on her face and her hair.
"Uh… um yeah that's me." I replied. She stepped closer. Madison stepped back. Madison was not making eye contact. But she had nice eyes. She looked like almost 23.
"I knew that silly. I know everything," she smiled. Then she got very creepy. Like Madison almost screamed creepy. "Well so what's going on, Maddie?"
"No one calls me, Maddie."
"Ok Madderz!" Yelled the girl. Then she put her arm around Maddison. And began braiding her hair. "Oh your hair is just lovely! My name is Rachel, you can call my anything though."
"Are you crazy?"
"Just a little, but when you have all knowing power you might go a little loopy also." Rachel kept braiding her hair. She tried to shake Rachel off, but Rachel got her into a head lock.
"Ow stop it!" Madison yelled and Rachel's grip got tighter and tighter. A crow flew off of the tree. And a song began to play. "What's that?" Rachel let go of Madison and her now braided hair.
"Oh sorry, I have a programmed ringer for when I get a rainbow message." Rachel walked over to a bird bath that just appeared out of thin air.
"What song is that?"
"Sugar Hill Gang. What they're a classic group?" Rachel stuck her head over the bird bath. "Hello, Anabeth." She said this name so solemnly. She was like rock.
"Rachel, hi. When are you going to come back?"
"Soon! Gods Anabeth!" Madison stuck her head over the bird bath. A girl about 20 in an orange t-shirt with blond hair and gray eyes. "Oh this is, Madison."
Madison waved shyly.
Suddenly the sun began to set.
"Oh no! Madison." Rachel turned to Madison. She gripped her shoulders. "Madison! When you get home go to your parents and say its time."
"For what?" Madison yelled back. "This is a weird dream! Your not real!"
"Yeah I am." Rachel said.
"Sadly," Anabeth's voice came from the bird bath. Rachel glared and then the world began to shake.
"Madison?" A giants voice. More shaking. She screamed and Rachel jumped into a Mercedes that drove away. The crows flew. Then Madison woke up in a hospital bed.
"Oh Maddie! Are you ok?" Asked Grace. Madison saw Meredith and Jacques in the hall talking to the doctor.
"Yeah." Madison rubbed her head. She felt her nose. It had a giant band-aid on it. "I had the weirdest dream!"
"Well at least your hair looks nice." Said Grace who laid down next to Madison.
"Huh?" Madison asked.
"Your hair it looks so pretty. Its in a gorgeous braid!"