Chapter 2-cardboard boxes

The huge crackling bolt of lightning hit my body with such a force; I flew right across the room and was knocked out cold.

I warily opened my eyes, half expecting to see a bright light or at least something other than my glow in the dark star covered bedroom ceiling .I looked down at my hands that were shaking so much I could almost hear them buzzing .my arms and legs were numbed so I rolled around a few times to get into a sitting position giving myself carpet burned knees. When I fully regained the use of my limbs, I stiffly made my way down the hall to find a sane and preferably open minded person, obviously only able to find mum stirring some yucky congealed glob in the pan.

"Mummm!"I yell still a bit shaken my maybe-near death experience.

"Yes dear, did you have another nightmare?" if only she really knew.

"Hmphh!"I am not eating that.

I leave in search of grandpa he always treated me and my dreams seriously or a serious as a crazy person can and I have caught him countless times discussing them to his cat Mabel.

"What's the latest ducks?" he doesn't get out much so he gets excited over weird things.

"Oh, last night was pretty eventful I got hit by lightning."I grinned and put on a jokey voice to hide my scared shitless one. Maybe I'm going crazy too. Grandpa just stared at me so I relayed to him the dream and what had happened after.

"Told you it would happen didn't I mabe? He never forgot." Okayyy…

Mabel just purred and went on grooming herself.

"Grandpa? Em what was that?" attempting to waddle after him.

"I had better pack." He said and went on mumbling something about boxes. I often wonder what the hell he is on about.

And two weeks later here I am, preparing myself for my first day at my new school and it just so happens to be the one my mum went to. This all came about the day after my little escapade, I merely pointed out that her pot was boiling over when she got all stressed and went on this huge rant which turned into her going red in the face and announcing that she had, had enough of city life. So I have no say in the matter of being carted off so mum can fulfill some lifelong dream of opening an organic produce shop. Lame. I know. Apparently this is fate.

We arrived here late last night and in the few hours sleep I got I dreamt of a group of four guys about my age, First of all they were just chatting then the blonde one jumped off the like 50 foot cliff and the rest followed. The dream got even weirder because after I watched them jump I stepped off and glided slowly to the ground I was smiling and I looked into my eyes which were completely pretty sure my dream dictionary doesn't cover this whole new level of freaky.

"Mummm do I actually have to wear this monstrosity?" please for the love of god say it's optional. But no apparently mothers a fan of the Spenser academy blazer.

"Lillibell! Cant you just give this a good try, I'm sure you'll like it there I did." Yada yada yada in the good old day's .As if my name alone wasn't punishment enough!

I gave in and grabbed my sunglasses on the way out to cover my panda eyes, hopped in my beetle and poofed up my bedhead in the rear view mirror. Okay, here goes.