Chapter 2:

"Yeah, so, it'll be about three hours to get to Ottery St. Catchpole, and its eight o'clock right now-" Tristan began.

"So we should get there at eleven o'clock..." I said, staring at my older sister in the front seat. "So, could I get something straight, Tristan?"

I don't know why, but I felt super jealous of May's attention from Tristan. I mean, sure, she knew him better, but they invited me there to get to know Tristan and at that moment I felt ignored.

"You want to know why I want to get to know you, but paying more attention to May." Tristan stated, matter-of-factly. "I suppose I wasn't thinking of it. Here, I'll pull over and you two can trade spots."

Sure enough after about five minutes he did pull over. Excitedly, I unbuckled and got out of the care. May was a bit more reluctant, but she did the same. We both got in again and once again we were on our way to Ottery St. Catchpole.

"So Michael, what classes are you taking?" Tristan asked, he didn't seem to know much about commoner classes, but he tried to act interested.

"Umm... Shakespeare 9, algebra 1, World History, and choir." I said, thinking of my schedule for the next trimester. "I don't even like singing though..."

"Band seems to be the better option for you, Mikey. You could be a percussionist, you can play the bass at least." May said, yawning. I looked back at her, though it was dark I could tell that she was getting exhausted.

"Maybe you should sleep, May..." I told her, but she shook her head through the darkness. "Are you sure? You look exhausted. You'll have plenty of time to socialize tomorrow..."

"Dad'll be asleep by the time we get there anyways, May. He goes to bed at nine thirty, and we got the earliest flight there."

I nodded, understanding his predicament. Our flight was at eleven forty-five in the morning; we could have caught the nine o'clock flight, but we hadn't even finished packing, so we had larger priorities than getting an earlier flight.

I looked out my window, watching the cars in the next lane. ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM! Suddenly, an ominous exhaustion hit me. I closed my eyes, intending to just rest my eyes. But then the world faded around me and I entered a world entirely my own.

"You're a strange one, aren't you? I've never met one like you... I've never met a normal person like you before in my life... where did you come from? Why am I feeling this way?" I heard a young girl's voice. But there was nobody around.

"Who... who are you?" I called out. "Where are you?"

"Where did you come from? Why do I feel this way about you?" the voice questioned. But then it started fading. "Who... are... you..?"

"Wait! Don't go!" I cried out. But darkness was surrounding me. "Wait! Don't go!"

"Michael! Michael!" Tristan shook me. I muttered and groaned. "Michael, are you alright? Michael?"

My eyes burst open and I gasped. "Where is she?! Where did she go?!" I looked at my dad, he seemed to know nothing about what I was talking about. "It must have only been a dream... I'm okay, Tristan..." I got out of the car.

"Welcome, to your grandparents' house. Mum made up our beds. We'll be sleeping in the den tonight, so we don't make too much noise." Tristan yawned.