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That night, I dreamed that I was on a big boat in the middle of the ocean. There weren't any waves, any breezes, and just warm sunlight overhead. It was relaxing.
Then, I turned around and saw Brenda sitting on the edge of the boat. She had a cast around her neck and she stared at me with cold eyes.
"Sagittarius, look what you've done..."
Her voice sounded eerie and far off. I nervously took a step closer to her.
"B-Brenda? Is y-your neck ok?"
"Why don't I show you right now?" She slowly unclipped the cast from her neck and I watched in horror as her head fell off her body and rolled to my feet. Her glazed eyes stared up at me with no emotion.
"You've killed me...killed me..." Her mouth was still moving. I screamed in terror and ran to the far side of the boat.
Pretty soon, the waves started picking up and the wind almost knocked me overboard. I looked up and saw my parents staring at me, a look of fear in their faces.
"Sage, why are you so violent?" My mom whispered.
"I'm not violent!" I screamed. My dad came up to me and slapped me. I felt no pain as his hand made contact with my face.
"Don't scream at your mother!" He screamed at me.
"This is all a dream, this is all a dream..." I assured myself.
"This isn't just any dream." A deep voice said to me. I looked up and saw a dark figure looming over me. I couldn't see his face, but I could see his mouth. He grinned at me.
"It's a nightmare."
He picked me up and carried me to the side of the boat. I tried desperately to struggle and scream, but I couldn't move. It was as if I was made of lead. I stared out into the ocean which had turned into a sea of churning blood. I looked up at the attacker and whispered,
"Who are you?"
He laughed.
"You'll find out soon enough."
When he tossed me overboard, I screamed. I continued to fall, as if there were nothing beneath me. It was just an empty void with no end.
After what seemed like an eternity, I landed on something hard, and I was jolted out of my sleep. I was on my floor, wrapped in my sheets and sweating like crazy. My turquoise-emerald hair was sticking to my face as I unwrapped myself from my sheets and put them on my bed. The sun was well up in the sky and I looked at my alarm clock: 9:35.
9:35! Holy crap, I was LATE!
I stumbled out into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal. As I sat down to eat, a note caught my attention.
Sage,
I called the school and told them that you weren't feeling well today and that you were spending the rest of the day off. Don't bother getting dressed. I want you to think about yesterday and how you can make it better.
Love, mom.
I choked on my cereal. She called the school? When? It must've been last night while I was in the shower. I was stunned. Although I was glad that I was staying home from school today, I was pretty pissed that she did that. I promised Lindsay and Macy that I would be in school today. What were they gonna do when they find out that I'm not coming?
My mom was still working on her shift, so I went back into the kitchen and opened one of the top cabinets. I reached into the way back and pulled out a big bin filled with electronics. Whenever my parents took my electronics from me, they always hid them in the same spot every time. They would never know that I would take them out and use them; I always put them back before they would even know.
I searched through the bin and pulled out my phone. It was still on, and I had five missed calls from Lindsay, all five minutes old. Yipes.
I dialed her number, then paused. It was 9:40, so she would be in...free period. Perfect.
I pressed the call button. It rang for a few seconds before she picked up.
"WHERE ARE YOU!" Was the first thing she said to me. ('Said' would be too much of an understatement, more like 'screamed to me.')
"Sorry man, my mom called me in sick today. She wants me to think about what I did yesterday."
"Well, Brenda's in school. She has a cast on her neck AND arm! Dude, you're so fucked."
I groaned. This wasn't going too well.
"Any rumors going around?"
"Yeah; some people think you've dropped out after what happened yesterday. Most of them think you're a total jerk. It's getting out of hand."
I let out a scream of anguish.
"God dammit!"
"Hey, don't feel bad. Maybe this'll all blow over by tomorrow."
I heard a bell ringing in the distance.
"Hey, I gotta go; it's time for improv class. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, definitely." I was getting a headache from all the stress of yesterday and today.
We hung up, and I grabbed a Tylenol from the medicine drawer. Man, my life is officially over. People were starting to hate me, Brenda probably wanted me dead, this was just a giant snowball effect.
My phone started buzzing in my hand. I looked down and saw that my stalker was texting me again. I opened the message:
U kno, I can't wait to go dancin 2nite.
Dancing? I wasn't going anywhere tonight, but my parents were...
Wait, could this be my mom or dad? Nah, they were the ones who took my phone away. They couldn't have texted me. Unless they know I have my phone...
I snapped out of my thoughts when the front door handle jiggled. My mom was home!
I stuffed my phone back into the bin and I shoved the bin back into the shelf. I sat back down at the table and continued eating my cereal when my mom came in. She looked exhausted as she tossed her keys onto the island in the kitchen. I didn't say anything; I just continued to eat my cereal. When I heard the door to her room close, I dumped the rest of my cereal into the sink and went back into my room. There was absolutely nothing to do. I thought staying home from school would be fun, but it was actually as boring as hell. I went into my closet and pulled out my sparkly blue and green electric guitar and sat back down on my bed. It needed some tuning as I hadn't played it in a while, and when I finished, I started to play She's a Rebel by Green Day.
"She's a rebel, she's insane." I lightly sang along. That song could easily relate to me, as I was becoming a rebellious teenager; breaking a girl's neck, coloring my hair, I was obviously not a little girl anymore.
I played my guitar all day, even practicing on a Sonic the Hedgehog tribute that I've been working on for months, when I heard the front door open. My dad was home, and I looked at my clock: 6:00.
Is it seriously six already? I thought in despair. Today was just one of those lazy days where I stay in my pj's all day and do nothing. Well actually, I did touch up on my guitar skills, but that's all I did today.
I listened as my parents turned the TV up in their room as they got dressed. That's the reason why they're normally late to dates and outings; they're always sidetracked by TV ads and shows.
I continued to strum my guitar and I listened to my parents frantically trying to find the right outfit to wear tonight. I heard my dad swearing as he tried to put on his tie. I couldn't help but chuckle; listening to my parents trying to get ready was always funny to listen to. They would burn themselves with curling irons, get twisted in their outfits, and even trip and fall. Screw TruTV, my parents getting ready was funnier than World's Dumbest.
My dad suddenly burst into my room, his hair a bit messy and his tie a bit crooked.
"We're leaving now." He said as soon as he caught his breath. I didn't say anything.
"I'll let you watch TV tonight. There's some Easy Mac in the pantry; use the microwave, not the stove. We should be back no later than midnight." he stared at me.
"Have you thought about yesterday?"
I solemnly shook my head. I was still pretty pissed at them for taking my electronics. Even though I could easily take them back, I was still upset. They thought I was the one who started the fight, when it was Brenda who started it. She was the one who called Macy fat, so my first instinct was to defend her. I don't actually mean to break her neck or arm, but it served her right.
My mom came running in; her red, strapless dress was a bit twisted and her hair was a bit poofy.
"Sage, we love you, but please, think about yesterday."
"Yeah yeah, whatever; just get out of here." I growled. I put my guitar down on my bed and scooted them out of my room.
"Ok, then please be in bed no later than ten thirty, and please, no violent TV shows."
"I know! I'm not freaking five years old!" I shouted.
"We love yo-" But I had already slammed the door in their faces. I leaned my head against the door and sighed. I didn't mean to push my parents out the door, but I'm so fed up with them. I just wish they would leave me alone sometimes.
I turned around and faced my apartment room. I had the whole place to myself for five hours. So much to do, so little time...
First, I turned the TV on to TruTV, where an episode of Cops was finishing up. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a box of Easy Mac and followed the instructions. I poured the noodles into a big glass bowl, added two cups of water, heated it in the microwave for about five minutes, then I added the cheese sauce. That was always my favorite part of the meal, the artificial cheese. When I finished squeezing the thick orange mixture into the bowl, I took some scissors and cut open the bag, where some of the cheesy remains were stuck. I started to eat it with a spoon, I'm that addicted to that stuff. I stirred the cheese sauce in the bowl, then I just grabbed a fork, sat down on the couch, and ate it right out of the bowl. Normally, my parents would make me put it into a smaller bowl, but my parents weren't home now; I could eat it however I wanted to.
World's Dumbest Criminals came on, and I shoveled a forkful of cheesy noodles into my mouth.
"Oh man, this is gonna be good." I said, noodles still in my mouth.
For a whole hour, I laughed my ass off as I watched some pretty stupid criminal wannabes try to rob stores or banks and fail miserably. I loved this show, but my parents hated it. They thought it was inappropriate and 'poisonous' for a child's mind. Well, I'm not a child, so I guess it was fine for me to watch it, even though it could be a bit inappropriate.
The show ended at eight, so I went back into my room and onto my balcony. There was a warm sea breeze and I heard the waves crashing against the shore. The white foam would float lazily on the shore before another wave would wash it away. There was a faint orange glow from the setting sun and it fit perfectly with the sweet calypso music that was floating lazily in the air. I watched from a clearing as the sun set below the horizon, leaving an orange and pink afterglow. There was some cheering, and the music changed from sweet calypso to rapid Latino and some modern techno. People were shouting and laughing in the streets as they danced to the music. I smiled. I loved Florida so much. I was born and raised here. I know my way around like it's the back of my hand. I have tons of friends, tons of activities to do, and all sorts of in-home trips I could take. It was like paradise here, I couldn't imagine myself living anywhere else.
I stepped back inside and went back to the TV. I continued to eat my Mac and Cheese and watch World's Dumbest until I ran out of noodles and the shows ended. I got up and made myself some popcorn before I changed the channel to the Travel Channel, one of my other favorite channels. I watched Man Vs. Food, which made me scarf down my popcorn. The sky slowly darkened, and the lights and clubs of Miami came to life. I could hear the 'boom-boom' of the clubs' music and I could see the reflections of the lights on the living room wall. It was nine thirty now, and my parents would probably be finishing up their dinner now, so I turned the TV off and took a shower. The swelling in my eye was completely gone now, but it was still pretty bruised, and my wrist was feeling a little better. I stepped out of the shower and dried off, making sure that I was extra careful with my eye and my wrist. I brushed my teeth and slid on some clean pj's before I stepped out into my room. I put my guitar back into my closet and slid under the warm, soft covers. I turned my lamp off and stared into the darkness. I turned around in bed and looked outside towards the balcony. Seeing all the lights...it made me feel more relaxed about my current situation. Things would get better soon; I knew they would.
"Life isn't so bad after all." I smiled to myself. Then, while watching the twinkling lights of the city, I drifted off onto a deep sleep.