Amber was walking home from school. The sun shone low over the flat ground and hurt her eyes. This time of year it hurt, a lot.
She was wondering about the dream. It seemed weird that it was in third person, that she was an observer of her and her mother's actions. And it was really quite real. But the whole phone call thing. That was what was getting to her. The phone thing. Her mom knew something she didn't and she thought perhaps, maybe perhaps this dream told her something.
But since when do dreams come true? The relocation to Las Vegas seemed a little extreme, but it had not yet happened, so was it going to?
Amber laughed to herself. Thinking anything in a dream could become reality was beyond silly and completely irrational. Besides, if she knew what was going to happen, she'd change it. Well, if she had powers like that, she'd change a lot.
Was her mother's secret something like in her dream? Was it a completely unimportant trifle? As stupid and weird as it was, Amber was convinced her dream was a little more than just a spin of life. Something had been bothering her all day. Something made her dream seem a lot more real…………
She never knew her father.