This is a story combining two of my dreams. Of course only the first one got written. It was used as a English story but that meant the end never really existed.
Dreams
'Ser!' my mother screeched, 'Get packed. You're going to leave in the morning for your new school.'
I sighed, choosing not to retort as I walked into my dark room. The light was broken so it was impossible to see anything and with that added to all the mess from Christmas that was still there made it so I didn't know where anything was. I went into my sister's room to borrow her lamp, hoping when added to the light of my other lamp it would lighten up my room at least a little bit. Once it was bright enough to see I got out my suitcase and looked around pensively, trying to decide what clothes to pack since my sketch and drawing books had already been packed. I put in all my clothes from my dresser except my shirts, knowing I had to many to bring them all and began to sort through the shirts.
My mother entered my room crying, 'You lout! I don't want you going to school looking so messy.' I abdicated my packing to her, watching as she took out all my jeans and replaced them with skirts and dresses from my closet. Next she took all my nice shirts and added them to the suitcase. Picking up the suitcase, she headed out the door, expecting me to follow her but before I did that I expediently gathered all the jewelry I would want including my gilded crown and silver locket, hoping that everything else I had gotten already from my room would suffice. I carried the jewelry downstairs and added it to my pack that was sitting next to my suitcase as a feeling of dread crept over me.
I didn't eat much for dinner that night, feeling sick from my head to my viscera. Instead I watched my family eat until I couldn't take it anymore and went up to my room. I walked slowly through it knowing that tomorrow would be the last time I would see it for a very long time. A feeling of sadness settled over me as I looked around at my canopy bed and all the covered surfaces of my room, realizing would no longer be waking up to a pegasus hanging from my ceiling and my paper covered walls. Worse of all I couldn't bring more then five of my books so I had to carefully choose which ones I would bring. After I had made my choices I laid in bed, hoping to sleep but being distracted by all my thoughts. As tiredness overcame my worried mind, the world around me faded.
When I woke up the next morning and went to breakfast I devoured everything I saw. It was unusually since I was not really a breakfast person. I did all my last minute packing, including taking many snacks for the trip, and then carried my luggage to the car. I put on a brave face as we drove to the airport, hoping everyone would be fooled by the sham but still I recoiled every time someone got close to me. I hated being around people and going to a place where I did not know anyone and would be living there for the next few months made my anti-socialness worse. As I got onto the plane, I shivered as my wily mind played out all the things that could go wrong. I chose a seat away from everyone and pulled out one of my books that was long enough to last the entire trip, hoping to quiet the adversary my mind had made itself.
Instead of starting at the beginning I stupidly flipped to the end without realizing that when I got to a certain part the plaintiveness of the death of one of the characters would made my edginess even worse. By the end of the flight I was feeling extremely jumpy especial when I got off the plane and was the only one there. The skill of wielding my emotions that I usually had had completely disappeared with my confidence. I was completely relieved when an old-fashioned car drove up to pick up my luggage and me. I was driven to an old stone school that would be my home for the next months.