Gabi sat in her chair with a pen in her hand, staring at the blank paper which lay on the desk in front of her. All that was written on the page was the title, 'What Is a Home?' She tapped her pen continuously on the desk, thinking about what a perfect home would be. After a while of deep thought, she crossed out the title and replaced it with a new one, 'My Favourite Memory."
A family sat on the roof of their farm house watching as water rushed past them. "¿Dónde están?" asked the little girl, her tanned face was white with fear.
"Están viniendo," replied her mother. The sound of breaking glass could barely be heard over the roar of the water.
"¿Cuál era ése?" asked an other grown women.
"¿Usted oyó eso también, tía?" asked the little girl.
"¡Por supuesto lo oí, yo no soy sordo!" shot her aunt.
"Tía Apesadumbrada"
"¿Cuál era ese ruido?" the aunt asked impatiently.
"¡Papá, mamá, papá, mamá¡Ayúdenos!" a cry came from the house. The little girl looked over the edge of the roof; water was rushing into the house through a broken window. The little girl could see her older sister trying to escape the water.
"¡Ayude-!" The older girls cry for help was drowned out as more water poured into the house.
"¡Papá¡Usted tiene que ayudarles¡Van a ahogarse!" the girl cried.
"No hay nada que podemos hacer mi pequeño," her father replied. "Ahora venido lejos del borde, no deseo soltarle también."
The young girl obeyed her father and started to walk to the centre of the roof. Her mind was in a different place as she walked. Not paying attention she tripped over a loose shingle on the roof. The last thing she heard as she fell were cries and the sound of rushing water.
Gabi woke up to the sound of water flowing from the tap down the hall. She had had that dream again. She looked over at her clock beside her bed, 6:45 it read. She looked down at her desk to the paper she was writing on the previous night, only the title was written. "So much for getting a head start," she muttered to her self.
Gabi reached across her desk and grabbed her notebook. She quickly wrote out everything she could remember from the dream and the date on a clean page. The book was kind of like a dream diary, but only had one dream in it. After the first three nights of having the dream she started righting it down. Every time she had a little more to write. After she finished writing she put it in her bag along with her home work, and headed to get ready for school.
Sorry I took so long, but I had exams, then I had to edit two scripts for my friend, andI just came back from up North.Also sorry that it isvery short, butI needed to get the dream in.Thr translation will be in the next chapter, but if you can't wait here's an URL for the website i got it from http/babelfish. Hope you like this story and please review-I need imput, even if it isnegative.
Thanks,
Turner