Chpt.2
"How was your day at school sweetie?" Mrs. Bruell inquired while doing the dishes. Alexandra smiled, and shrugged,
"Good." Good if you don't count my Geometry test. she thought to herself. She was smart, but hated Math with a passion. Something about numbers made her mind a mess and she couldn't concentrate.
"Where's dad?" she questioned, changing the subject.
"He went into work earlier tonight." Mrs. Bruell stated as she continued doing the dishes. Alexandra shrugged and walked into her room to do her homework. Her dad was a police officer and he always came to and from, from work at different times.
As Alexandra walked into the room, she looked at her hair.
"Stupid humidity." she muttered. Her hair was very curly and long and the humidity just made it grow into a brown and gold mess of hair. She tied the mass back into a pony tail. Her brown eyes then focused on the dark circles underneath.
"Why can't I sleep?" she questioned with a sigh, then looked her at her school work.
"Spanish and Math homework. And there was much rejoicing. Yay." she said sarcastically. She took out her math textbook and started reading the instructions. Halfway into her work, she was drooling on her paper, asleep.
"Fighter!" she exclaimed. She was having the same dream she had every night. It was complete darkness and she had a blind fold resting on her face.
"he can't save you." hissed a voice. Alexandra could feel the man's breath on her ear as he spoke and tried to struggle out of rope binds.
"Let me go." she hissed. Her statement provoked the man to laugh.
"No. I don't think I will." she then felt some thing hard hit her back, and that's when she woke up.
That dream wouldn't let her have a peaceful night sleep. The only time she did was when she would have dreams about her hanging out and getting ice cream with some boy. However, she rarely had that dream.
It was often that she had the dream where she was calling for someone's help. And whoever she was calling, didn't come to save her.