I've Met You Once upon a Dream

My pathetic attempt to write, I feel horrible not updating True Love Is Everything in forever deleted one of my last stories so I'm freaked out to do anything. There's this terrible feeling in my gut that this is going to be a sucky story. I have nothing better to do. This story is kind of based on my real life, minus the dreams and Beyblade characters and falling desperately in love with someone. Otherwise, that's pretty much my life.


Allie's Nightmare

Allie backed up quickly in the middle of the woods. It was pitch-black and all she could hear was the labored breathing of a guy. Suddenly she hit the base of the eldest oak tree in the Greendale Forest and she gripped it for dear life. Allie hoped the tree would miraculously move out of the way so she could continue her escape. But she was boxed in, arms reached up into her hair and lips captured hers. Her knees weakened and she fell to the earthy ground, the other following her every action. An out-of-breath voice began whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"Allie, I want you… need you. Allie, I…"

Allie shot up in bed, hair flying in all directions. She pulled the blankets of her bed to her chest. She was panting, and only the illuminated numbers of her alarm clock lit the room.

"It was only a dream, only a dream," she reassured herself, reaching out to turn on the bedside light. A soft click and then her features became more distinguishable. Shoulder-length dirty blonde and distressed murky blue eyes were visible. Her skin was an unhealthy pale color and she was scrawny and short for her age of 14.

Allie rested her head against the white wall in her room, fretting about her recent dream. Her sub-conscience was plaguing her with the same erotic delusion over and over every night. She wished she knew why it was doing this to her, teasing her about something that would, and will, never happen. Allie just let out a feeble sob and turned to look at the clock. 3:25, fate was cruel and there was no way she could get back to sleep. Upping herself out of bed, she grabbed her overcoat and walked through the kitchen out into the yard.

Her parents' yard was a good 5 acres of woods. Allie found it ironic that if she was terrified of the dreams, based in her woods, why do they hold an equal amount of peace in them? Shuffling quietly through the outdoors she tried to put her thoughts at rest. Finally she reached her old tree house a mile in from her house. Allie grabbed the fraying rope ladder and pulled herself into the rotting wooden fort. She lay on her back, facing the stars above.

Her mind still lingered on this guy she never met, and the words he had so willingly told her. But Allie always woke up before he could finish his sentence,

"Allie, I…"


Allie was dreadfully late for school. She had fallen asleep in the wooden platform in a tree. By the time she woke up and realized where she was, her mother was picking up the phone to call the police. She had to talk her petrified mother into calming down and after that run light-speed to school. Scrambling into the doors of the high school, Allie stopped in the Main Office, a bad mistake.

The secretary looked up from her computer and saw Allie wheezing. The elderly woman gave her a dissatisfied look, "You're late, excuse?"

Allie was dumbstruck on what to tell the woman. 'I've been having wonderful dreams about a guy that doesn't even exist and woke up but couldn't fall back asleep again. So I walked out into my humongous yard to my tree house and fell asleep there. I awoke this morning and had to sprint back to my house only to find my mother on the verge of calling an Amber Alert for me. After giving her a lecture about how I would never do that to her, I was already 5 minutes late for school. Then I sprinted here only to show up in this office. Is that an excused tardy?' Yeah, she really was going to understand that. That answer would end Allie up in the Guidance Counselor's office.

"I missed the bus," she sighed. After scribbling for two seconds, the gray-haired elder handed her a note.

Allie shuffled from the room out to the hall, walking quickly to her class. Mrs. Kelly was going to be so mad at her for missing the beginning of class. She didn't care because it meant less time sitting around waiting for the day to end. She approached the door to the classroom and pushed it open. Inside Mrs. Kelly was scolding Jason for using improper grammar. Mrs. Kelly looked up from her ruthless attack and somewhat melted when she saw the introverted teen.

"Miss Allie Hodge, so nice to see you came to class today."

Allie just mumbled greetings and took her place in the front of the room. Nobody sat up there so she wouldn't have to talk to them. Her unclear blue eyes fell upon a paper on her desk titled, "Group Assignment". Oh please no…

"Can I work alone, please Mrs. Kelly?" begged Allie. She didn't want to interact with anyone. She was scarred enough by the group as it was.

"No, you are going to participate with your peers."

Allie gritted her teeth and turned around to her group. A bunch of trouble-making guys, thank you Mrs. Kelly. Tala, Goki, and Rick smirked at her devilishly and made her wish she had stayed in that tree house. She lugged her things to the back and sat down avoiding eye contact with them.

"What's wrong sunshine? Is there a cloudy forecast today?" laughed Tala. Opening the textbook, Allie figured the only way to get him to back off was to ignore him.

"That's no way to treat your group sweetheart," said Rick. She was writing at a quick-speed, trying to minimize the amount of time she had to spend with them. They were all too close for comfort, she felt so small surrounded by these giants. Allie felt someone brushing back her bangs; she fired up from her seat and nearly bowled over Kenny.

"Don't touch me, I finished so leave me alone." She seized the papers and skittered to the front, thankful to be away from those creeps.

Mrs. Kelly gave Allie a warm smile and chuckled, "that wasn't too hard, was it?"

Allie was tempted to yell, 'YES YOU BITCH! I WAS NEARLY MOLESTED BACK THERE!' But all she did was give her an uneasy smile and retreat backto her seat, where a rather large horror novel was waiting to be read. She disappeared from reality into the mind of a cold-blooded killer.


Allie rushed through the hallways to her next class. She knew that this was the longest trek from period to period each day and certain people liked to get her side-tracked. She kept her head down; nothing was going to stop her. She was going to make it safely to class… Almost like a jinx, Allie ran into a form and landed sprawl on the floor, likewise for the other person.

"I'm so sorry, really sorry," she murmured collecting the other guy's books.

"Just watch it next time."

Allie froze at the sound of the voice. It was so familiar in avery sick and twisted way. This could not be happening; there was no way this could ever ever EVER exist. She looked up to the person who was rubbing his head, appearing severely pissed off. And that's not all he appeared like. It was the guy, from her dream. He was life-size and didn't live in her head. All two-toned blue hair, red-eyes, perfectly-shaped body of him; God please tell her this was another dream.

The chap gave her a half-worried, half-annoyed look, "are you asthmatic or something? I have a Geometry class to get to."

"Sorryreallysorryheresyourbooks," she said, shoving the materials at him and then high-tailing it. This was the worst thing ever. Could she have seen him before and not have realized it when she started fantasizing? No, this was definitely Twilight zone material.

Allie completely forgot about her class and getting to it. She took off in the direction of the nearest exit. She needed time to get this cleared up. She needed to find out if she had willed her dream guy into existence, or if she had gone psychotic.


Kai looked down at his pile of junk which had just been shoved at him. That girl he had just run into looked like she had seen a ghost. The blonde was a twig for her age and she looked as if she was locked in a cage before and after school. It was seriously concerning about how fragile she was. But he noticed something that certainly not his. The novel by James Patterson called "London Bridges" was sandwiched between his Russian and Grammar textbooks. Although he had a secret obsession with the author, he neither owned nor checked out the book. Now he was going to have to find the freshman and give it back to her. Just great.


Short and crappy, I should just give up writing. :sigh: Sorry for the depressed mood guys, I'm just really down. So please review.