AN: All characters are my own creation.
I was sitting at the kitchen table falling asleep over my cheerios. (Honey nut cheerios because the regular tastes like cardboard.) I had woken up an hour before I usually do because of the dream. You know that feeling when you're falling in your sleep and you hit the bed? Yeah, that happened to me. My little brother had come in to see what had happened because I had been screaming.
"Serena!"
"I didn't do it!" I exclaimed, jumping.
Someone had yelled my name and that was my usual response. I looked around and saw my little brother Douglas. He's eight with brown hair and eyes. I am sixteen with short black hair, with blue streaks, and blue eyes. I only reached 5" 1' and he reached my shoulder. Though we were eight years apart and it's a rule to openly hate your little brother, I absolutely adored him.
"Are you alright?" He asked sitting back down on his chair.
"Nope. I had that dream again last night." I told my brother almost everything. We're really close
"Everything's fine. It's Friday." He said comforting me.
"I'm tired Doug. I might turn in early."
"Noooo!"
Every Friday since he had been able to stay up past eight, we stay up late and watch movies and late night, early morning cartoons. I fought back a laugh and nodded solemnly.
"I guess I could stay up tonight." He came around the table to hug me and went to get his stuff ready for school.
Just as I pushed my bowl away, a car horn honked. Grabbing my bag, I left. I yelled to my mom to tell her I was leaving and went out to the little green car waiting for me. My friend Claire was sitting in the driver's seat blaring her crappy scream-o. (I preferred eighties music.) I got in and turned it off. She gave me a quick glare, but saw that I wasn't in the mood and drove off.
Claire was the kind of girl that looked sweet and innocent, always in pink, and with blonde hair. While I was in jeans and whatever color shirt I felt like and usually in open toed shoes, she looked like a mixture of Daphne from Scooby Doo and the girl from Legally Blonde. In fact she was a typical goody-two-shoe until you heard the music she liked. We had been friends since first grade when I climbed a tree to rescue her teddy bear, an idiot kid had thrown it up there and now she was dating him. I had gotten the thing when I fell and dislocated my hip. Neither of us had changed much.
"You had that dream again last night didn't you?" She asked rounding a corner.
"I've lived here all my life and never had a dream like this. It's been the same one for over a month."
"Maybe you're having a premonition or something."
"Don't say that, please don't say that. You have no idea how scared I am."
"I can see it in your eyes Serena. Maybe you should see a shrink."
"I don't need a shrink. What I need is to get this dream out of my head and find out what it means." The rest of the ride passed in silence.
It was fourth period and I was in the library. (I was a library aide.) I was behind the desk at my own personal table researching. There were a couple people looking at the books and it was pretty quiet. I only had to yell once and it was because they were hitting each other with the dictionaries.
They came and lined up at the counter. As I checked their books they started to laugh at something. I turned around and saw someone at the computer going through my tabs, laughing quite audibly now.
"What are you looking at amulets for?" He asked.
"None of your god damned business. Get out."
"You're a freak you know that."
"You wanna see what a freak can do with a stamper and a pencil?" I threatened raising the said items.
They laughed some more but got very quiet very fast when the librarian came up. He was a very scary looking man; everyone was absolutely terrified of him. Everyone that is, but me. The boys quickly left the library.
"Hey Uncle John." I said going to the computer.
He was, in fact, my uncle on my mom's side. Mom didn't like to talk about her family, but I thought he was really cool.
"Hello Serena. You know the only people allowed back here are you and I." He had a rough gravelly voice that was terrifying when he yelled.
"I know. He got behind me when I was checking out books." I was exiting off the tabs and lingered on the amulets. I had been looking for thirty minutes, but had not found the one that matched my dream.
"If you don't mind my askin'. Why are you lookin' at amulets?" He asked peering over my shoulder.
"No particular reason. It's just that I dreamed about this one and no matter how hard I try to find it, it alludes me." I got off the last tab and leaned against the table facing him.
"What does it look like?"
"Kite-shaped, with a blood-red stone in the middle. I drew a picture." I showed him the picture I had drawn. I couldn't draw to save my life, but I had drawn this a million times and it looked really good. (I'm a better writer than an artist."
"What you have drawn is the Amulet of Ahmet."