"Your back!" A voice called.
"Fred?" I said.
"Ya! How ya doin'?"
"Um... I actually have some questions for you."
"Like what?"
"Like why do you keep showing up in my dreams?"
"Cause this isn't the first time we met."
"What do you mean?"
"I know everything about you."
"What?"
"Everything, your name is Stephanie Cassandra Archer and your 11 years old. You were born on June 15th. Your 5 feet 5 inches love sports, art, poems, you hate roses you don't think there romantic at all, you like sunflowers and lillys and bright flowers. You hate snakes and bugs and love the Red Soxs and the Bruins and The Patriots even thought you live in New York. You get good grades in all your classes and your dyslexic so you can never read your homework and your ADHD so you can never concentrate. You play many instruments and sing and dance. You love your brother and have a crush on your best friend. You have wavy blond hair that you barely ever leave down, its always up. You have blue eyes like the sky, and a bright smile. When you were four you were goofing around with your brother and you ran into an entertainment center and your right eyebrow has a scar on it. No eyebrow hair grows there so theirs a line on your eyebrow. We can sit here and do this for hours, sunshine." He looked at me and smiled a little. His eyes were darker, his hair was in his face. He looked sad. "I know about your brother too."
"Are you like, our guardian or something?"
He smiled. "No, but you'll find out soon, I promise." If he knew everything about me, he would expect this.
"Pinky promise me?" I held our my hand, pinky in the air. He smiled and linked his pinky with mine.
"Pinky promise."
I felt something tugging at me. "Whats happening?" I asked.
"Its time for you to go sunshine. I'll see you later!"