Skye: First Person

Carson dragged me to her room, so I could pick out my sleeping bag and fill them in on everything else Alex related. They had already got what happened in the restroom while he was fulfilling his dare. I explained when I started liking him, and when and how I "officially" met him. After a while I got tired of talking and just stopped. They continued to chat about my love life, how cute Alex and I looked, double dates, and marriage? Once everyone settled in and ceased there talking we made smores with her fireplace and slowly dozed off after hearing ghost stories.

I had a horrible dream. I was running from a wolf, she-wolf to be exact. She was trying to catch me, but not like she wanted to kill me. She ran after me as if she wanted to help get away from the real danger, but didn't realize that she was an animal with large sharp teeth and rippling muscles. I screamed and kept running filled the adrenaline found with complete and udder terror. I drifted in and out of sleep the rest of the night.

I woke up with a start. Aamyia asked her voice filled with concern, "Are you OK, we were going to got to the pool at around 10:00, but we heard you screaming as we were getting ready." "I'm fine, just a bad dream." I replied. I went ahead and put on my lavender and white polka-dotted bikini, my black gladiator sandals and my overly large Gucci shades.

We walked out on the street like we owned it and entered the pool area with effortless grace. As we entered the pool area Logan yelled at us "Hey y'all, we have drinks and snacks if y'all are gonna be here long." "Just until about 4:00pm." Ellie replied breathlessly. All of us, except Ellie and Dalton, had a swimming contest. Surprisingly, Aamyia, Ms. Nonathletic, won the contest with Maddie in second place and Carson in third.

When we returned my brother, Marcus, was in the front drive way talking with Carson's neighbor, Darwin Brazille. Darwin was on the basketball and soccer team with my brother, so I pretty much guessed that they were talking about sports.

My brother complemented me and my friends on how hot we looked in our bikini's, which was a little awkward but flattering and told me, "Get your butt in the car now. Our parents are gonna kill us because it took so long to get you. I answer, " That is not my problem. We were at the pool, if you weren't so lazy you could have come and gotten me." I hugged all my friends goodbye and hopped into the leather front seat of his Shelby GT, dripping wet.

We rode out of Carson's driveway in eery silence. As soon as we were out of her neighborhood on the highway he exploded on me. "First off what took you so long to get back. We decided that if you were gonna stay over you had to be outside their house by 1pm. Second why would you sit on my leather seats with a wet body, do you know what water does to leather.?!"

" Well, we didn't leave to go to the pool until 10pm which would leave us with what, 2 hours to swim and get back to the house. Also you were the one who told me to get into the car before we're killed, so the damage that is being done to your car seat is completely your fault."

He didn't reply back to me, and at the moment I was glad, but little did I know that those would be the last words my brother spoke to me ever again.