Unwanted Visions

"PJ! PJ! Wake up!"

"I'd never forget your birthday."

"Daddy!"

"Who's Julia?"

"Our new little sister!"

"Mom! Piper! Come quick!"

"I'm so sorry."

I sat up straight in my bed. My head was reeling. Who was that girl with light grey eyes, and dark black hair, and the man with the black hair, and green eyes? Who was the woman with the hair just like mine, but grey eyes instead of emerald green? I felt like I should know them, but my mind was keeping them hidden. I looked at the clock.

6:15, I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, so I slipped out of bed, put my green one piece on, and headed out to the pool to swim laps. I grabbed my towel from the laundry, and stepped through the back door. I set my things down, and jumped into the pool. I resurfaced, and then proceeded to freak out.

I was completely dry, or at least my hair was. I had just submerged myself in water, only to come up as dry as I was before I hopped in.

My vision suddenly went black. There was the same man from my dream. He was sneaking into the room with a bucket of water. He focused on something, then the water started to rise out of the bucket and proceeded to drench the three of us. I gasped when I realized that I'm not wet, and neither is the other girl. Suddenly I realize that the soaking wet boy is Parker. I can't believe it. I'm so surprised that I jolt out of the strange trance.

I hop out of the pool, deciding that I've had enough for today, and head in to take a shower. I grab my towel and head inside. I walk into the bathroom, lock the door, and start the water.

Thirty minutes later, my hair is dried and styled, and I'm dressed. I'm putting the last touches on my makeup when my mom walks in to wake me up. She looks shocked that I'm awake already.

"Morning?" she says questioningly.

"Good Morning! I'm just about done here, and then I'll meet you downstairs." I said. She replied with a nod and headed down stairs. For today's outfit, I had decided on a pale blue skirt, a white shirt, and a pair of light blue sneakers that matched my skirt. I put on my necklace, which was a trident with a pearl at the bottom of the handle. The trident was on a pure silver chain strung through the pearl, so it hung upside down. I put on my silver owl earrings, and my golden ring. It had a blue zircon jewel in the middle. I, honestly, had no clue how I owned these obviously expensive jewelry items, but I'd had them for as long as I could remember.

I headed downstairs, and packed my lunch in my bag, ate my breakfast, and headed outside to wait for Bree and Lexi.

"Woah, girl! You're ready on time! Quick, Bree, are there any pigs in the sky!" Lexi said when I opened the door.

"Ha ha. Very funny. I woke up early and had trouble falling asleep again, that's all." I said.

"Well, that, or you could have wanted to dress up for a certain single boy you met yesterday." Bree said.

"What! No! That's not it at all!" I shrieked.

"Oh my gosh! You like Jared!" Lexi shouted, and then proceeded to fangirl.

"Girl, I'm so happy, Derek was a huge jerk, but Jared seems nice." Bree said.

"The only problem is, he already likes someone. He practically told me yesterday." I said. We got to the school, Bree parked, and we headed in. Lexi was the first one to spot the group. She walked over to them.

"Hey, guys!" Lexi said almost too enthusiastically.

"Hi, Lexi! What's up?" Parker said.

"Nothing much, except the fact that PJ actually woke up early, and was ready when we got there to pick her up!" Lexi said.

"PJ?" Jared said questioningly.

"Yeah, she gave us nicknames, and it is really hard to come up with a good nickname for Peyton. We ended up on using her initials as her nickname." Bree said. I suddenly blacked out into another trance.

I seemed to be around six or seven. A little boy with sandy blonde hair, and skin almost olive. I realized that it was Jared. He started to speak to me.

"PJ, you know I love you, right?" He said.

"You know that I don't like guys shorter than me, right?" I said. I couldn't believe I'd just said that, to Jared, no less.

"So, if I'm taller than you, like this," he used his hand to indicate a spot above me, standing on his toes to reach higher, "then you'll consider going out with me?"

"We'll see if the time actually comes, pipsqueak." I said.

"Okay," he said, then quickly kissed me on the cheek, and walked out. As soon as he left the room, I lifted my hand up to where he kissed me, and smiled.

"I hope the time comes," I whispered, "I'm tired of pretending to not like you. The truth is, I love you." What I didn't realize was that he had stepped back into the room to grab his jacket, and had seen, and heard, the whole thing. But, if I just met Jared yesterday, then how did I know him when we were younger.

The strain on my brain caused me to wake up. I sat up, and opened my eyes. Everyone from the group was in my room waiting for me to wake up. Jared was just staring at me, not daring to break eye contact.

"I think you're finally tall enough." I whispered under my breath.