Hey all. After a bit of a hiatus, I'm back writing. I have a direction for this story. I've taken your comments into consideration and always appreciate reviews. There were concerns about my character Nala, and she stays no matter what, but she is here solely to help Jayd move forward never stealing the spotlight for hersrlf, but Nala stays (sorry that's just the 'fan' part of fanfiction coming out!) there will be other new characters introduced as well so if that bothers you move on, but ultimately it all serves a purpose. Also thanks so much for offering to help with my story I always accept constructive criticism :-) Now on to the fic.
"Help me Doctor Jackson! Please!" Misty begs. What the hell is this broad doing in my dreams? I just got rid of her ass a month ago before the end of the school year, and now I can't even escape her in my own head? This is some bullshit.
"What's the problem?" I ask as the doctor I'm apparently portraying in my dream.
"He's dying! Oh God, please help."
I can feel that she sincerely wants my help, but too much damage has been done this time around for me to just jump to her aid this time.
In a cold firm voice I reply, "I won't help you Misty."
Misty looks devastated by my response.
"Not only will I not help you, but I don't care what's wrong," I add. "Now get the hell out of my dream!" I command. Next thing I know, Misty's image begins to waver like a hologram, and she disappears mid protest.
I sigh. My eyes flutter open gently. Did I just control the outcome of my dream? Now that's a rare occurrence indeed.
I'm glad to be at my mom's place today at least I can get up and ready in peace. I shower, and get dressed before putting a few curls in my hair. As I do, I can't help but remember how Misty was going off in my dream, and I roll my eyes. As I told her, I honestly don't care. As usual she's just being a pain in the ass and has a helluva lot of nerve to be asking me for help after she tried to curse my ass before the last day of school. This time I honestly feel no regrets for her ass or any of her drama. If she wants help she can go to her wicked godmother for help, she sure as hell didn't need any help asking that bitch to put a hex on me!
With my hair finally looking cute, I grab my car keys and head to my car. I'm off to meet Nellie and Mickey at the mall to shop for dresses to wear to Byron's party and I can't be late worrying about Misty's stupid behind.
So this is just a little teaser chap right now, wondering what's wrong with Misty and this "he" she keeps referring to? Well just keep reading to find out!
