"What's up?" Cory asked me, and I turned back to him, about to refer the new kid to the fight on the road. But when I turned back, there was an old lady getting into her car, outside of her old house. No blood stains on the grass, nothing to prove that those two guys were out there. I paniced.
"The first signs of insanity." I sighed, closing my eyes, only to open them again with a sleepy smile to Cory, and get out my cell phone.
"Ah." Cory said, fidgety now. I didn't care. I texted my mom.
Why I no remember when you brought me back home?
And waited her reply.
I supposed this time was way too early for her, because I waited up until we were at the school before turning my phone off- still no reply.
Cory didn't talk to me for the rest of the day- and my mind was in a blur. I kept telling myself nothing that I was seeing was true- I was making it all up because of my dream- because I wanted those things that happened in those books to be real, and come through on my real life. To be ME.
But nothing happened, my friends from Power Tech didn't disturb me as I mourned my sanity, and not a soul said a word when I was on the buses home.
Dad wasn't home yet- he was working late today.
I looked around the boxes piled high throughout my house, and smiled a little.
I was worked up about my moving, about what the new house would look like. I was excited for the move- I needed some more change in my life- but, why then, was I making stuff up to reconcil myself?
Why was I telling myself I'm seeing the guys in my dreams- my hotte Irishman, and that civilized patron who was only half as good looking as my Irishman.
Because.
Nothing ever turns out like it should.