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Jesse

Now normally I don't have nightmares, but when I do they're really terrifying.

I was running through a valley dotted with trees and strange looking buildings, it was night and the moon was hidden by some oddly black clouds. In the distance was a tall hill with a lonely pine tree that had a large and rather peculiar looking lump moving next to it. To my left was a volleyball court- which seemed like a sweet idea but now didn't feel like the time. Then I saw a large three storey building with a pointed roof painted sky blue, it had a porch with deck chairs and stairs leading up to it. It would have been a nice sight if hadn't been for the raging fire spreading over it.

The huge structure of flames licked the wooden posts like a dog would a bowl of water, crackling and devouring everything in its path. I stood with my mouth open, simply in awe at the horrific sight. People ran past me with buckets of water eager to douse the leaping flames, it didn't seem enough. I heard piercing screams from behind me and turning, I saw a group of (mostly) gorgeous girls who were panic stricken with the sight of their seemingly beloved building in flames.

There was a few metallic robot things crawling along the ground towar the fire and dousing the flames with small jets of water, but there didn't seem to be a way to stop the flames as kids threw heaps of water onto the fire in pure desperation. Everything was in panic. It felt like the end of the world. It felt like-

"Jesse, wake up." -like I should wake up, yeah… Wait, what?

"Jesse." Came a whisper as my environment began to dim. "Jesse wake up."

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the remnants of the dream. I lay on a dark blue sofa with my head resting on a cushion, in front of me was a window that yielded a picturesque view of central park. The window was surrounded by a cream wall that lead to a hall to the left and a kitchen to the right. I sat up, aching all over. Next time I take the bed, I concluded.

"Morning Jesse-bear." Came the same whisper as before, it was warm and mellifluous and spread comfort to all it reached.

Turning to my left I found Rebecca, kneeling on the corner of the sofa smiling up at me and I couldn't help but smile back. She wore light purple bunny pyjamas that really reflected her personality.

"Morning," I replied a bit too hoarsely. "You sleep okay?"

"Mmm, not really. I had this really horrible nightmare and Shane was chasing me for putting a bug under his pillow."

"Well, did you?"

She paused, looking blankly at the wall. "Maybe…"

Laughing, I looked her over and she seemed famished. "I bet you're hungry aren't you?"

"Very." She replied looking hopefully at me with those big grey eyes. They were a strange colour but after meeting Annabeth, I guess they weren't as uncommon as I thought.

"Okay then, I'm really feeling some bacon at the minute. How about you?"

She nodded excitedly. "And eggs? And can we have toast and beans as well?"

"You're the boss." I told her.

I stood, stretching out and touching the ceiling (which wasn't really a difficult feat at my height). I then strode over to Shane's bedroom door, knocked and told him to wake up. There were only two bedrooms in our apartment, one for Shane and another for Rebecca.

I turned back around and the two of us walked into the kitchen. It was fairly small kitchen, with a counter and stools for eating and all your necessities like a stove, fridge and the forever handy sink.

Rebecca pulled up a stool and sat patiently at the counter as I began pulling necessary things from the cupboards. When everything was gathered, I flicked on our old radio and began cooking and moving to ABC by Michael Jackson, Rebecca grinned and also began swaying to the music.

After everything was fried, cooked and toasted, I sliced the three bits of toast in half and dropped them onto three plates along with the rest of the food. I took out a big tomato and began cutting it into slices as Shane walked into the kitchen drowsily, he took a seat on the end of the counter.

I put the tomatoes on the plate and the brought the plates over with the knives and forks and sat down in between the two. Shane began shovelling down his food before I could say go and Rebecca began to laugh as bean juice fell on his white shirt.

"Anyone need the shower after this?" I asked.

"No, I went last night." Rebecca answered. Shane just shook his head, a slice of bacon dangling out his mouth.

"Glad you enjoy my cooking." I laughed.

Shane chuckled. "Well you may be the most annoying excuse for a parent in the world, but you make some pretty mean dishes."

After we finished our breakfast, I hopped in the shower and after, dressed into my usual white shirt and jeans combination. School started in fifteen minutes and we usually took ten getting there so now was the time to go. After brushing my teeth and yelling at everyone to get ready we were out the door pretty quickly, Shane tended to slope off by himself to and from school so we didn't walk with him usually.

"Well Becca, looks like it's just you me again." I told here as we walked into the busy streets of New York.

"I don't mind, you're fun to walk with." She beamed holding my hand tightly.

We had to jostle past more than one person on our trek to school, mostly they were all business people on their way to work. Our apartment wasn't exactly close to the school so walking was a bit annoying first thing in the morning, but it was nice to get outside anyway.

"So what lesson have you got first?" I asked Rebecca, she looked down thoughtfully.

"I think I have art, but we don't really learn anything. We just draw whatever we want."

"Oh right, do you like art?"

"Yeah it's quite fun. The boys in my class are a bit silly though, they always draw stickmen with guns and don't do anything in the lesson."

"That's basically what I do in art lessons now." I responded with a shrug and she laughed.

Our walk continued in a similar fashion until we got to our schools, luckily Goode had Elementary up to high school buildings so we didn't have to go to different schools altogether. We reached the elementary building and I crouched down to say goodbye.

"Alright Becca have a nice day." I said, adjusting her rucksack.

"I will, you have good day as well." She answered, wrapping her arms around me in hug which I returned gladly.

"I'll meet you out here when school's over okay?"

"Yeah, okay." Rebecca pulled out of the hug smiling. She then turned and walked into the doors to her school and disappeared in a swarm of kids.

Exhaling, I turned and crossed the road to my school and striding up the steps to the double doors. I had English first with a Mr Blofis which was bound to start anytime now. I walked through the dull coloured hallway making sure to keep an eye out for Shane. Yeah I know I act like I don't really care about him sometimes but I do, he just needs space sometimes.

As I walked to the end of the corridor the bell went, signalling the start of lessons so I made my way to the stairs and began my ascent. I reached the top and headed down the English corridor until I came to room 46, Mr Blofis' room. I entered and was met with a cheery 'Hello' from Mr Bolfis, I was the first to the class surprisingly so I returned the greeting and took a seat at the back of the room.

I began wondering over what that dream I had this morning had been about. I was sure that I had never been to the place in the dream before and I doubted I could conjure up a vivid image like that from scratch, but what was it then?

Slowly the traffic of students began milling into the classroom and a group of girls walked in, and started staring at me all beady eyed and sat down on the left side of the room whispering. I don't get it, I've been going here like two years now it's not like I'm new or anything.

"Hey man, I haven't seen you in a while." Came a familiar voice to my right and I turned to see a lanky African-American guy standing over me, I grinned at the sight of him. He had very short hair, dark brown eyes and a lean face.

"Trey dude, how've you been?" I asked, standing up and giving him a bro hug, he was an inch taller than me and the tallest in our grade.

"Pretty awesome," He replied. "Coach says next year I'm in line for college basketball and a scholarship at Connecticut." Trey was looking to join the NBA after college, Basketball was literally his life at the minute.

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I can't wait to get to college now." He stated with a smile on his face. "How're you doing? I haven't seen Rebecca in a while."

"Pretty good." I replied as we took a seat. "First day was pretty slow but Rebecca seems to be enjoying it."

Trey has been my friend for a while now, although we met under pretty odd circumstances. He had been part of the gang of school bullies in ninth grade and had frequently picked on me, but one day he stood up for me when no one else would and we've been close friends ever since. After a quick catch up the lesson started and Mr Blofis started the register.

"Tyler Adams?"

"Here sir." Replied a dry voice from the other side of the room.

I tuned out for a bit and looked at Trey. "What do we have next?" I asked in a whisper.

"Umm, I think we have PE. Apparently Mr Parker wants us to do boxing." Mr Parker was the head of PE and our teacher this year.

"Fantastic." I replied sarcastically.

Trey smiled at me knowingly. "Try not to overdo it, we know what you're like when you're angry." He did a hulk impression, imitating ripping off his shirt.

I stifled a laugh, we did wrestling the previous year and I came up against a seventeen stone guy who thought he owned the ring. Unfortunately I gained a reputation as the bad boy of the school after I knocked him unconscious after the within the first minute (unintentionally of course).

"Percy?" Called out Mr Blofis, still going through the register. I craned my neck and saw Percy a few seats to my right. I didn't see Annabeth anywhere however.

"Yes sir." Answered Percy smiling.

After a couple more names were called out he finally got to mine and paused with a frown on his face. I was a bit anxious to say the least, I got a lot of laughs whenever my name came up on the register. You may be thinking something like 'Wait a minute, Jesse isn't a weird name.' but Jesse isn't actually my name. Well it is, it's just the School decided to use my middle name instead.

"B-Bjorn Nystrom?" Said Paul, looking out for the owner of the name and fair few of people had to hide their laughter. One particular greasy haired kid didn't do a good job of this however. That was Thomas Whittaker, the 'big man' of the school although he was pretty short and only held that title due to his exceedingly rich family.

I waved my hand in the air catching his attention. "Hi sir, umm, it's pronounced 'Björn' with a y instead of a j and I prefer Jesse.

"Okay, thanks." Paul smiled and turned back to his laptop, I sunk down in my chair.

Somehow I get the feeling today wasn't going to be as fun as I originally planned it to be…

Sorry for the wait everyone, it's been a bit of a busy week. Hope you're all enjoying the world cup, I know I am; can't wait for England v Italy. It's in like five minutes :0

I know the story is a bit slow paced at the minute and I apologise if you are a little agitated by that.

'Me' I forgot to mention about that apartment thing last time so… thanks for basically ruining my entire plotline, god the nerve of some people. Oh and thanks for the continued support and everything it means a lot! 'Sir Pepsi' I get the feeling I may have translated these a bit too directly from English so thanks a lot for correcting them, good thing I have a fabulous linguist as a reviewer :P 'Poetry Pokémon' I'm very glad you enjoy it, hope you enjoy this one as well :)

Stay awesome everyone and thanks for reading,

Have a beautiful day.

Schönen Tag noch.

Avez-vous une bonne journée.

Miłego dnia.

Abbiate una buona giornata.

Ha en härlig dag.

Que tengan un buen día.

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