The alarm was buzzing in Amri's ears. It was Six in the morning and the sun
was just thinking about coming up. Amri sat up looked at her alarm and gave
out a deep sigh. She looked at her self and realized she was all wet. Her
feet were covered in mud. Then to her horror, she saw dried blood all over
her room.
She was a foster child sent from one home to another. They say that when she was younger, about eight or so. She was found wondering New York with snow past her waist. All she had on was a silk dress with gold trimmings.
Of course, they sent out papers asking if any one knew about her. However, no one even saw her until that day. With no one to send her home to. the city became her legal guardian and she was sent to her first foster family. They were nice but wherever she went she gave every one chills.
Not the kind you feel when you are cold. The kind you get when you know something is not quite right. It did not help much that her hair was so red it was almost like fire, and her eyes seamed to glow with an errie silver when it was dark. Recently she found out they glow red when she is angry, blue when she is sad and green when she is happy. It is not a bright glow. You would not be able to see them in daytime, night was when they were the brightest.
Three years later she had traveled all the way to California, mostly because when the word spread about a freaky girl with glowing eyes, no foster family wonted her. Then a strange call from California came and they specifically asked for Amri. They said they did not know who she was. However, they kept thinking of the name.
Now here Amri is sitting in her bead at her new family's house with blood all over the bead. This was the third week in a row she had the dream. Every night it became increasingly real. At first Amri and her foster mother thought she was waking up all sweaty. However, when the mud came they took her to a sleeping doctor. He said it was just because she was sleep walking.
She spent the night at the sleep clinic, not once did she get up out of bead. Nevertheless, sure enough the mud and water was there. Today Amri was to go back to the clinic for further testing after school.
When Amri heard her door open, she turned her head so her mother could not see it.
"Well, did you dream something different, maybe of gold?"
Amri shook her head, which only made the blood run .
"Amri what's wrong, is that blood, look at me!"
When Amri turned her head. Her mother let out a blood-curling scream and ran to Amri. She grabbed one of Amri's favorite shirts and pressed it against her face. All the time repeating "Are you ok, oh my God"
Suddenly Amri's foster father came running into Amris room with about five other kids behind him.
"Sherry, what is it?" he asked as he ran up to his wife.
When he saw the blood, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Is she alive?"
"YES DAN, Get the car ready we are going to the doctor!"
Amri's mother started giving orders left and right, never letting go of Amri's forehead.
"Tina, get me some of her clothes, Joe, Get my purse, Gracie, help me get Amri dressed, NOW!"
Suddenly the house was in a frenzy of getting things ready. When every thing was done Amris head had stopped bleeding and was starting to crust up. When the car was loaded, they speed off to the hospital.
When they arrived the doctors rushed Amri into the emergency room. When Amri finally sat down, she was dizzy from the pain and the loss of blood. It was only a few seconds before everything went black after that.
Amri knew she had passed out, but she did not expect to start dreaming so fast. It was as if she was having flash backs of her self when she was older.
"Amri, I have found you long at last, I don't have much time but listen fast, HE is already on his way to you. Do not let him take you. HE will use you to kill us. Remember who you are so you can save our world. You must remember before it is too late He has already killed the king and you're."
Suddenly there was a flash and a bone-chilling laughter could be heard.
"Amri, I have found you. I knew if I lured you here you would stay in one place long enough for me to find you."
Then she saw the man from her dream jump out of the darkness from her dreams and into her mind. Then she smelt the strong odor of smelling salts. The doctors were trying to bring her back. When she opened her eyes she felt the man from her dreams jump out of her and into her reality.
She knew every one ells could see him because they let out a scream. Amri felt her head and found they had stitched it up before they brought her back. Then she looked up as the man made for her throat She dodged him and rolled off the other side of the bead. When she looked back up he had lifted the bead and was getting ready to bring it down on her.
Amri Quickly got to her feet and ran out of the room. When she looked back, he was throwing people carelessly like ragdolls. He had a muscular build, greater then that of her early dreams of him. He suddenly turned to face her and she saw he had the scar of where she had cut him in her dreams.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light in front of Amri. It was so bright she had to close her eyes. When she opened them, there was a woman of great muscular build. She had silver hair and her eyes were glowing red.
When she saw the man her eyes glowed even brighter and she mumbled something. Suddenly he started to howl out in pain as his leg caught on fire with a bright purple flame. Then the woman grabbed Amri by her shirt and pulled her closer. She then used her other hand to throw something on to the ground. Suddenly the Bright flash was back. Amri and the woman disappeared completely. It was as if neither of them ever existed.
The purple flames went out, and the man quit screaming in pain. He looked up and screamed with rage. Every one that heard would remember that for that would be the last thing they ever heard before going deaf.
She was a foster child sent from one home to another. They say that when she was younger, about eight or so. She was found wondering New York with snow past her waist. All she had on was a silk dress with gold trimmings.
Of course, they sent out papers asking if any one knew about her. However, no one even saw her until that day. With no one to send her home to. the city became her legal guardian and she was sent to her first foster family. They were nice but wherever she went she gave every one chills.
Not the kind you feel when you are cold. The kind you get when you know something is not quite right. It did not help much that her hair was so red it was almost like fire, and her eyes seamed to glow with an errie silver when it was dark. Recently she found out they glow red when she is angry, blue when she is sad and green when she is happy. It is not a bright glow. You would not be able to see them in daytime, night was when they were the brightest.
Three years later she had traveled all the way to California, mostly because when the word spread about a freaky girl with glowing eyes, no foster family wonted her. Then a strange call from California came and they specifically asked for Amri. They said they did not know who she was. However, they kept thinking of the name.
Now here Amri is sitting in her bead at her new family's house with blood all over the bead. This was the third week in a row she had the dream. Every night it became increasingly real. At first Amri and her foster mother thought she was waking up all sweaty. However, when the mud came they took her to a sleeping doctor. He said it was just because she was sleep walking.
She spent the night at the sleep clinic, not once did she get up out of bead. Nevertheless, sure enough the mud and water was there. Today Amri was to go back to the clinic for further testing after school.
When Amri heard her door open, she turned her head so her mother could not see it.
"Well, did you dream something different, maybe of gold?"
Amri shook her head, which only made the blood run .
"Amri what's wrong, is that blood, look at me!"
When Amri turned her head. Her mother let out a blood-curling scream and ran to Amri. She grabbed one of Amri's favorite shirts and pressed it against her face. All the time repeating "Are you ok, oh my God"
Suddenly Amri's foster father came running into Amris room with about five other kids behind him.
"Sherry, what is it?" he asked as he ran up to his wife.
When he saw the blood, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Is she alive?"
"YES DAN, Get the car ready we are going to the doctor!"
Amri's mother started giving orders left and right, never letting go of Amri's forehead.
"Tina, get me some of her clothes, Joe, Get my purse, Gracie, help me get Amri dressed, NOW!"
Suddenly the house was in a frenzy of getting things ready. When every thing was done Amris head had stopped bleeding and was starting to crust up. When the car was loaded, they speed off to the hospital.
When they arrived the doctors rushed Amri into the emergency room. When Amri finally sat down, she was dizzy from the pain and the loss of blood. It was only a few seconds before everything went black after that.
Amri knew she had passed out, but she did not expect to start dreaming so fast. It was as if she was having flash backs of her self when she was older.
"Amri, I have found you long at last, I don't have much time but listen fast, HE is already on his way to you. Do not let him take you. HE will use you to kill us. Remember who you are so you can save our world. You must remember before it is too late He has already killed the king and you're."
Suddenly there was a flash and a bone-chilling laughter could be heard.
"Amri, I have found you. I knew if I lured you here you would stay in one place long enough for me to find you."
Then she saw the man from her dream jump out of the darkness from her dreams and into her mind. Then she smelt the strong odor of smelling salts. The doctors were trying to bring her back. When she opened her eyes she felt the man from her dreams jump out of her and into her reality.
She knew every one ells could see him because they let out a scream. Amri felt her head and found they had stitched it up before they brought her back. Then she looked up as the man made for her throat She dodged him and rolled off the other side of the bead. When she looked back up he had lifted the bead and was getting ready to bring it down on her.
Amri Quickly got to her feet and ran out of the room. When she looked back, he was throwing people carelessly like ragdolls. He had a muscular build, greater then that of her early dreams of him. He suddenly turned to face her and she saw he had the scar of where she had cut him in her dreams.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light in front of Amri. It was so bright she had to close her eyes. When she opened them, there was a woman of great muscular build. She had silver hair and her eyes were glowing red.
When she saw the man her eyes glowed even brighter and she mumbled something. Suddenly he started to howl out in pain as his leg caught on fire with a bright purple flame. Then the woman grabbed Amri by her shirt and pulled her closer. She then used her other hand to throw something on to the ground. Suddenly the Bright flash was back. Amri and the woman disappeared completely. It was as if neither of them ever existed.
The purple flames went out, and the man quit screaming in pain. He looked up and screamed with rage. Every one that heard would remember that for that would be the last thing they ever heard before going deaf.