In my dream, I was in the middle of nowhere. Nothing in sight except for the sand and I. The sky was also there, cotton candy clouds flowing above me. The serpent from the Eden garden slithered up my leg, my chest, and then on my shoulder. It frightened me at first, but then I tentatively asked the snake why he was here.
Although I knew it was a dream, it for some reason, I made myself believe that it was real. It felt like a fantasy world, but then it felt like reality all at the same time. I know it sounds confusing, but it feels like a mixture between a fantasy and reality.
"I have been looking for you everywhere." The serpent hissed to me, which made me shiver slightly. I just nodded my head, waiting to see what this serpent had in store next.
"Why have you been looking for me?" I asked curiously. The serpent made some sort of a hissing laugh. It frightened me still, because I had a fear of snakes.
"Sweetheart, I have been waiting you for some time. It is time you—"
"It's raining!" I exclaimed, for it was starting to drench the creature and I.
Then, suddenly, I awoke with a fright. My clothes were covered in icy cold water, and surrounding me was Mom, Dad, Constance, and Dominique. Dominique was snickering as he held a bucket. He was the one who had dumped the water over me. That meant that the water in my dream that felt so real, was real.
"Dear, are you ok?" Mother asked me, as Dad looked worried. Constance was giggling and Dominique continued to snicker. I sent a cold glare to him and he made a face at me. Though, I decided to answer Mom's question and nod.
"What happened?" I asked, wondering if anything happened to me.
"Well, you fell asleep. I think you've been sleeping for what? Hour or so? Anyway, we were worried about you." My dad explained to me. I blinked my fire opals as I sighed.
"I have to go change, sorry." I concluded, standing up. I limped over to the door, I must have slept on top of my leg, but the dream was so obscure, like fog. What was my time and why did the devilish snake want to talk to me so much? To force me to temptation like with Adam and Eve? So many questions, too little time to answer them all.
I ran up to my room and closed the curtains to the balcony, and then undressed. I grabbed a royal blue shirt that said "Splash" on it. It had a sequence picture of a fish, the fish from the famous book, "The Rainbow Fish". It was one of my favorite shirts because the fish's story was so interesting to me for some reason. Don't ask me why, but I just adored that book.
I then changed into new jeans as I then thought of something out of the blue. Were the kids going to accept me as their friends at this new public school? Were they
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going to reject me because of how I looked? What about Constance? When she started kindergarten, the children did not like her because she had black eyes and charcoal-black hair. I did not want her to suffer the same fate here. Being the outcast was not fun. I had suffered it when I first started middle school, and it was terrible. Dominique had no problem, because the guys weren't as nasty as the girls.
I sighed, and finished changing my clothes. I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the top of the steps, where I slid down the banister until the end where I jumped off before I ran into the lion statue.
When I grabbed my shoes on I yelled to Mother that I was going to go check the place out. She told me that it was ok, and Dominique said he was too bored to stay here and that he was coming along. Dominique and I were walking out of out house—more of a mansion—and we walked past the gates.
"What's there for fun here?" He asked me as I shrugged my shoulders.
"How the heck should I know?" I asked him that had a hint of venom in my voice, Dominique ignored it however.
Both of us walked side by side, as I could see couples pointing at us. Dominique ignored it, and flashed glares to them, while I just shook my head in disappointment. Dominique may be three minutes older than I might be, but that doesn't mean he has to fight my battles; I could fight my own battles.
We continued to walk until we saw what school we had to go. It was big. Huge. A bald eagle was painted on one of the walls.
"Um, wow. This place is big." Dominique said, bombarded with surprise by the bigness of the school.
"Well it is a public school. Lots of kids go here of course." I said, trying to make him acknowledge my I.Q... although, sadly, it did not work.
"I know that, I just mean it's probably bigger than our house." He said, staring at the symbolic eagle on the wall.
"No really? I never knew!" I snickered, teasing him as he gave me a blank glare with his empty obsidian eyes...wait. Empty? Since when were his eyes ever empty? It was a little strange, although I quickly ignored it.
"So, want to go check some other places out?" I asked him, he shook his head, and told me that he was getting tired, and was ready to go to bed.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Seriously, carrying Constance and luggage at the same time gets very tiring."
"All right then..." I said, and we both began to walk to the same destination spot: home.
"Dominique..."
"Yeah?" He answered, acknowledging the fact that I actually existed and talked.
"Do you think we're going to like it here?"
He didn't respond to that one, unfortunately.
"Do you think that Constance is going to make friends here?" I asked, worried for my sister's sake. Constance was a kind and loving girl who just wanted to be accepted by her friends and not made fun of. Dominique and I got annoyed when the mean kids would pick on her.
"Probably, I mean, did you see all the kids in her grade? There's bound to be at
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least one kid that would be her friend." He said, looking up at the darkening sky, and then looked at his watch.
"What time is it?" I asked, wondering if Mom would have dinner ready when we got back.
"Quarter to seven." He said with no expression in his voice whatsoever.
"Mom should have dinner ready by now, we'd better hurry." I started running, and Dominique caught up to me, and then outran me to the gates. I stuck my tongue out in losing while he praised his victory.
Dominique and I walked through the gates as we strode towards the house. Well, actually, I just frolicked like my usual self as my twin laughed at me as I humiliated myself, but I could have cared less, I was having fun.
"Hey look! It's a Tinkerbelle!" Dominique called to me as I continued to frolic.
"Tinkerbelle doesn't frolic, idiot." I told him with a sharp tongue. He made a "psh" noise as I told him about the frolicking. We opened the front door and walked in; taking off our shoes as I could smell Mom's famous mashed potatoes.
"Yum, mashed potatoes." Dominique said with sarcasm in his voice. He hated stuff that wasn't meat. I mean, it would not kill him, he just preferred meat to anything else. Although, once we walked in, Dominique's eyes lit up as he saw a big steak in the middle of the dinning room table.
"Ok, maybe this dinner won't completely suck." He said as he sat down, staring at the huge steak on the ivory white hotplate. I sat across from my twin as we stared at all the food on the table: a big steak, a bowl of mashed potatoes, another plate of breadsticks, and bowl of copper gravy. We hadn't had a meal like this in ages, and I was sure ready for a good meal like this.
"Oh does that sure smell good!" I heard my father exclaim as he walked—or rather jogged—down the stairs as he walked straight into the dinning room and sat right next to me as Mother walked in with a warm smile.
"I hope you guys like it, and you better eat it all."
"Or what?" Dominique teased with a snicker.
"Or you'll be held back at school." Mom raised an eyebrow at him and Dominique looked completely confused as I started laughing.
"You can't hold me back!"
"Oh yes I can. I can have the principal hold you back for a year."
"But what about hot chicks? They'll think I'm a loser!" Dominique complained as Dad stood up and walked over to him, whispering loud enough in his ear for everyone to hear.
"She was just joking, sport. Where's Constance at?" My dad asked my mom, although it sounded like a question directed to everyone.
"She's sleeping in her room right now. Don't wake her up." My mother said to everyone, as she sat down next to Dominique.
We prayed for about a minute or so, and then we dug into our food. I grabbed a plateful of mashed potatoes and breadsticks as Dominique and Dad split the steak half-and-half.
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"Wow Mom, this is a really good meal!" I told her as I scooped my fork into my butter-filled potatoes and swerved it into my mouth with the desire to taste the wonderful food.
"Thanks, dear." She told me as I continued to eat. Dominique was just scarfing down his steak as if he was starving and the food was the only way of survival. Mom, Dad, and I finished the potatoes while Dominique eventually finished his steak, and I ate the rest of the breadsticks.
"That was probably the best meal I have eaten in my entire life." Dominique said as he said back in his chair, holding his belly. I leaned back also, completely stuffed. If I had eaten another bite, I would have literally vomited, and I did not want that to happen.
"Yeah, it was so good! I can't eat anything else or I will seriously puke." I told my mom as I stood up and stumbled out of the kitchen as if I was wasted or something like that.
"You need to go to the bathroom?" Father asked me as he arched an eyebrow. I turned back and shook my head as I tiredly walked up the stairs, walking over to the east wing where my room was.
I opened my door to see that the glistening silver moonlight was shining beautifully from my balcony. The jewel starts shimmered with radiance, but not as beautiful as the moon did.
I closed the curtains for a moment to change into my pajamas, and then opened them up, allowing light to come into my dark room. I lie down on my bed, feeling the pulse of comfort wash over my body, and then found myself drifting into a dream.
Wings. I had wings in my dream, as if I was a celestial angel sent from Heaven, except that they were charcoal-black instead of the pearly white you always imagine. My hair was still a fiery red color, and the same with my eyes. In the dream, however, dead bodies surrounded me that were drenched in crimson blood. Did they die because of me?
"So, have you finished?" A dark, mysterious voice questioned me in the dream. Sadly, though, I couldn't tell if the gender was feminine or masculine.
"Yes, they're all dead." I said. The girl in my dream was indeed me, but in my knowing of what was happening, I was clueless...I just let my dream go by.
"Excellent. Now, along with the plans—,"
"But what about the—,"
I had woken up from my dream at about 6:47 A.M. Although the dream was short, I had slept for almost eleven hours.
I sat up to see that it was very cloudy out. I turned the T.V. on that was in my bedroom, and saw that the forecast today was mostly cloudy and a chance of rain. I sighed; rain was the last thing I needed. I was supposed to be starting school today, and my day was destroyed by the weather.
I grabbed some camouflage jeans and a white American flag T-shirt. I was in the mood to be wearing army clothes, so I did. I walked out of my room and into the hallway where I went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and brushed my hair out and placed my fiery hair into a bun.
I ran down the marble steps as I saw that my backpack filled with supplies this morning. Someone must have filled it while I was sleeping, but whom? Oh, it didn't matter, I had to get to school.
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I then realized that it was only 6:57, and school didn't start until 8:00. I still had time. I decided that I'd take a stroll in the backyard, enjoy the scenery. Although it looked utterly sad in the backyard thanks to the clouds, I enjoyed seeing the rose garden and the lake. I saw that there was a rather large forest about one-hundred yards from the house. Going into the forest, wouldn't do any damage...would it?
I then decided no, I wasn't going to go. I would probably end up getting lost and miss school. That would be terrible, and maybe I would start out with a bad reputation, and I was not ready for that to happen...yet.
I felt splats of water fell down from the sky. It felt as if my skin was on fire as they landed on my porcelain skin. I hurried inside, seeing now that it was 7:03. Great, what was I going to do for fifty-seven—now fifty-six—minutes?
Constance came down the stairs, rubbing her obsidian eyes as she yawned, which caused my to yawn. I waved to her and smiled.
"Hey, morning Constance."
"Nnn...morning..." She said as she slouched down the stairs, into the kitchen, and grabbed herself a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. I couldn't help but chuckle. Constance had never been a morning person, actually, none of had, especially Dominique. Mom came down the stairs in her work clothes—that consisted of a plain lavender T-shirt with jeans, and black boots—and waved to me.
"Hey, sweetheart, can you do a favor and wake your brother up?" She asked as she rushed past me as I was waiting by the lion statue. I shrugged my shoulders, and told her I was fine with that. Yeah right. He will be so pissed at me I thought to myself as I climbed the large ivory white marble steps. Dominique despised anyone who awoke him from his slumber.
I walked over to Dominique's door and opened it, to see him sprawled over the queen-sized bed, sleeping, drooling, and snoring.
"Hey Dom! Wake up, idiot!" I yelled at him, he turned and ignored me. I growled lowly at him as I stomped in his room. He wore no shirt and had some boxer shorts on which was completely normal for him to sleep in.
"You fricken' idiot! Wake up or else I'll pour cold water on you!" He ignored me, but I was serious. Ha, he wouldn't realize not to mess with me...just wait. I ran out of the room, snickering as I grabbed a bowl from the kitchen, placed ice cubes inside it, and poured cold water in it. I then rushed up the stairs without spilling, ran to Dominique's room, and poured it all over his body. He sat up with the girlish scream I have ever heard in my seventeen-year life.
"You girly man! Finally you wake up!" I yelled as I laughed hard. He glared at me with his rock-hard eyes. He was furious.
"If I die of hyperthermia, I'm blaming it on you." He said to me coldly. Hyperthermia? Ha! You couldn't catch that unless you were in freezing cold, which in Alaska's winters, would probably be easy.
"If you died you wouldn't be able to do anything, loser!" I yelled, trying to hold back my laughter, which was a surprise since it actually worked.
"So what? I'd haunt you in your sleep!" He said as he got up from his bed and looked at me, and I just laughed as I walked out of his bedroom. He shut the door after I walked out, and I looked at my watch, it was 7: 07.
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I walked down the steps, groaning as the time moved as slowly as ever. When was time ever going to speed up? Well, then again, I didn't want to become old lie elderly old, but I just wanted the time to hurry up so I could go to school already.
I leaned my head against the clarity windows, staring at the darkening sky as Constance ate her cereal. Dominique came down with a white T-shirt that had an image of a dragon on it, and then wore cerulean jeans. He came down the stairs, his charcoal hair still wet from the surprise I gave him. He gave me a death glare with his cold coal eyes. He brushed past me and grabbed Constance's box of Fruity Pebbles.
"Hey! I was looking at that!" Constance whined as she tried to grab the box out of my twin's hands.
"I don't give a crap." He said icily. Since when was he that cranky to be mean to his youngest sister? Did that water treatment I gave him really tick him that much?
"Hey, Dom, what's up?" I asked a little mad. How dare he be mean to Constance? For Christ's sake, he was supposed to watch out for her! Not hurt her!
"I'm in a bad mood, now shut up and leave me alone."
I glared at Dominique as I watched him eat his Fruity Pebbles. He was such a low-life, yelling at his kid-sister! It was strange though, how his obsidian eyes were pure fury, and how his voice filled with so much growl and anger. He never acted that way...at least, not that I've seen.
Now it was about 7:13. This was going to be a long morning I knew. I saw Dominique finish and toss the box to Constance.
"Here." He muttered to her, Constance started to whine.
"You ate it all!" She shrieked as she pouted. I walked over to her and patted her back, trying to make her feel better.
"It's ok, Constance. Dom's in a bad mood today." I told her with soft "shh"s as clarity tear droplets fell from her onyx eyes. Dominique brushed past me with a grunt as I watched him stomp up the ivory marble steps with irritation. What had gotten into him?
"Hey, Constance, what's the date, do you know?" I asked curiously. I had forgotten what the date was today.
"August 28th...why?" She asked curiously, her obsidian eyes outlined with crimson from the tears. I froze in shock. Today was Dominique and my eighteenth birthday.
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