Thank you VanityKiller . You're review really made my day and I would be glad to read your stories. I'm trying some new approaches here. I just don't want some kid to stand there and tell Freddie the story but I don't want him to take too long figuring it out on his own. This is the hard part.
I pulled myself out of bed trying to get the little girls out of my head. I just couldn't forget the way she looked up at me. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights and trust me I had seen the real thing so I knew. She looked like she thought I was going to kill her.
I walked down stairs and into the kitchen. Mom was cooking breakfast and had a plate full of bacon already ready for me. I didn't want to eat. I was pretty nervous about school and still twisted up from the dream.
When I just picked up my book bag and started towards the door she frowned and called my name.
"I'll eat a lot at lunch," I said turning to look at her. "I promise."
"Alright dear," she said but it didn't sound like she was very happy. "I'm sure you are pretty nervous. I just thought after you little nightmare last night you'd want something to eat."
How did she know? I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
"You were crying out in your sleep last night," My mom explained as if she could read my thoughts. Mothers were like that. "I'm sorry I didn't wake you."
"It's fine," I whispered.
"You want to talk about?" she asked walking over to me.
"No," I said at once. Mom always wanted to talk about everything while I wanted to take care of/deal with it on my own. "It wasn't that bad."
"Alright," Mom said kissing me on the head. "I want you to go to school and make some friends. I have so much to do today."
Mom had a lot to do today. She had to move in the rest of our stuff and go out and see about a job. She had a lot of different jobs she was checking out but it looked like she was going to be working at Westin hills as doctor.
"O.K. Mom," I said walking out of the kitchen.
On the way out the front door I grabbed my Boston hat off the coat rack. I didn't feel comfortable without a hat one. I opened the front door and stepped out into my new life.