Lightning crashed through the sky. Rain flooded the streets.
Everyone had went to sleep, all but one other person and myself. The rain
didn't seem to bother me though. I was determined to find it. Find what? I
had no idea, something had pulled me out there and I wasn't going to let a
little water stop me. Then something made me stop dead in my tracks. I
heard a muffled cry from the alley across the street from me. I broke into
a run.
I saw two shadowy figures in the distance. I was almost there when I
slipped in a puddle. I spit out the blood in my mouth ready to begin
running once more when I realized the blood I had spit out was not my own.
I looked up, the rain wasn't water at all, it was pouring blood. I stood up
and gasped in horror. Then a hand gripped my shoulder. I turned around to
see who it was-
"Jenny, wake up we're almost there." I looked out the window, it was raining softly. This time it really was rain. I shivered at the thought f the dream I had been having. "Jenny?" my mom asked nervously, "Is something wrong?" "No mom, nothings wrong" I replied. My mom let out a sigh of relief. "For a second I thought maybe you had another-" She didn't finish her sentence, she didn't have to. We were moving, my father and my mom claimed it was to get a fresh new start, but the real reason was I had been having dreams. I don't mean pleasant dreams, I mean nightmares. Often I would wake up in a cold sweat and breathing heavy. When I finally told my parents about the dreams they panicked. They would check on me at night to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Once or twice my mom would shake me awake so I wouldn't dream anything. They couldn't stop all the dreams though. Sometimes I still had them. They thought it was the people I hung around with, but it wasn't. When I had told my best friend Beth about them, she started acting weird around me. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
"Did you look at the school website?" my father asked, trying to lighten the mood. "For my new school Degrassi High?" I asked, "Yes why?" "Did you see any clubs you wanted to join, like cheerleading or something?" My dad questioned? That made me laugh. "Dad, you know I gave up on cheerleading, and no they don't have cheerleading just something called a Spirit Squad." "Well you could always try it again" he said. "I'd rather not" I replied. "Well we're here" my mom broke in happily. I looked at the brick house that I realized would be my new house for however long. "I love it!" My mom chirped happily. "Its not quite our dream home, but it comes close" my dad said proudly. "Yeah, home sweet home." I muttered.
"Jenny, wake up we're almost there." I looked out the window, it was raining softly. This time it really was rain. I shivered at the thought f the dream I had been having. "Jenny?" my mom asked nervously, "Is something wrong?" "No mom, nothings wrong" I replied. My mom let out a sigh of relief. "For a second I thought maybe you had another-" She didn't finish her sentence, she didn't have to. We were moving, my father and my mom claimed it was to get a fresh new start, but the real reason was I had been having dreams. I don't mean pleasant dreams, I mean nightmares. Often I would wake up in a cold sweat and breathing heavy. When I finally told my parents about the dreams they panicked. They would check on me at night to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Once or twice my mom would shake me awake so I wouldn't dream anything. They couldn't stop all the dreams though. Sometimes I still had them. They thought it was the people I hung around with, but it wasn't. When I had told my best friend Beth about them, she started acting weird around me. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
"Did you look at the school website?" my father asked, trying to lighten the mood. "For my new school Degrassi High?" I asked, "Yes why?" "Did you see any clubs you wanted to join, like cheerleading or something?" My dad questioned? That made me laugh. "Dad, you know I gave up on cheerleading, and no they don't have cheerleading just something called a Spirit Squad." "Well you could always try it again" he said. "I'd rather not" I replied. "Well we're here" my mom broke in happily. I looked at the brick house that I realized would be my new house for however long. "I love it!" My mom chirped happily. "Its not quite our dream home, but it comes close" my dad said proudly. "Yeah, home sweet home." I muttered.