It was weird. Everything was weird when I dreamed. It was like I was seeing an old memory. The only thing was that it wasn't real. hat's what I tried to tell myself.
It couldn't be real. I've never been in a war.
But why does it seem so familiar, I thought.
I tried to push it out of my mind. I looked around my room.
But it's always the exact same thing. I looked at my journal. I said forget it. I began to fight with myself.
I was weird like that. That's one reason I never really had any friends. I guess no one liked me at all. I was always so lonely.
"Alice?" my mother called. "I'm home. Shouldn't you start getting ready for work?"
"Yes, mum." I called back.
I worked at a small shop that my dad used to run. But, he passed away two years ago. Anyways, it was a small shop in Cardiff. I run the place now, since mum developed cancer.
I'm the only one in my family that has a job. My mother and I live in a small apartment near Cardiff.
I got up and dressed in my usual clothes; a blue shirt that felt a bit loose, black skinny jeans, black or blue converse, and a greenish sweater. I combed my black, wavy hair, letting it fall on my shoulders.
I picked up my back-pack and put my journal, some chips, water bottles, and a good book in it.I was beginning to read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe. So far it was a pretty decent book.
I told my mum I was leaving, as I slung one shoulder strap of my backpack over me. I got on my bike and headed the same way I did everyday.
The little shop I run was on a corner of a busy street. Many people actually come in. The store was actually a bookshop. It was small and decent, but pretty easy for me to handle.
I entered and switched the sign from 'closed' to 'open'. I sat down on the counter, took out my journal, and wrote everything I had dreamt the night before. I always write down my dreams, especially the strange ones.
I stared at the cover of my journal, as my signature stared back at me.
Alice Quinn. The daughter of Lena and Peter Quinn. The lonely girl with no life and runs a bookshop in Cardiff. The girl who was alone.
"I still have the shop," I said to myself. I looked up as the bell chimed at the door. I saw Ms. Lulu, a regular customer of mine, walk inside.
"Oh, 'ello, Alice," She smiled brightly. "Very good day here in Cardiff, wouldn't you say?"
"Not really. Well not very much for me I had the dream again."
Ms. Lulu was the only person I would say anything to. She might've been a little older than me, but she listened and understood. I couldn't even trust my own mother like that.
I met Ms. Lulu about three years ago. I had always told her about my dreams. She seemed very interested in them, and she was the one to tell me to write them down in my journal.
"Would you like to tell me what happened?" she asked.
As I told her what happened, I took out my journal from my bag, and a fob watch had come out with it. It had strange looking symbols and, like circles and lines on them. My mother gave it to me, but I had always wondered why, and why a broken one. The watch wouldn't budge open.
I put it back in my bag, without Ms. Lulu noticing.
She gave me a hug and told me, "Everything will be alright. I'm sure those dreams are just things from your imagination."
Sometimes Ms. Lulu helps out around the shop, and she doesn't mind not getting paid. (I need the money to pay for bills.) She would put books away and help customers.
After Ms. Lulu left for the day, I stood by myself in the store. Not many people come in during the afternoon, so I decided to go out for lunch. I got my things and locked the doors to the shop, as I headed the way to my favorite café.
I had ordered my a small salad, a bag of celery sticks, and twelve jammy dodgers. I sat down to eat, but something about my old fob watch bothered me. I just didn't know what.
"Hey, you see that girl in front of us?" I heard someone whisper from behind me. "She lives with her mum, and I hear she has no friends." I hated it when people thought I couldn't hear them. I'm not deaf.
"Why don't you tell the whole world?" I yelled, as I got up to leave. People would always talk about 'poor Alice Quinn'. Always thinking I was so sweet and lonely. True, I was lonely. But, I'm not always a sweet person. I'm a hardcore girl that doesn't take orders from anyone. I'm twenty-one-years old, and I was old enough to take care of myself and my mother.
I came back to the shop after a slow ride on my bike. I unlocked the door and went inside. I began to reread all my journal entries about my strange dreams, as I sat down. Most were about a war, others were of normal people. The thing I couldn't get was why it all seemed like all memories of mine.
Right as I got to the new entry, I heard a weird noise outside. It sounded like a wheezing noise, but at the same time, it didn't. The noise was outside so I decided to check it out. Sure enough the noise had come from outside. But I was beginning to think my dreams were going to become a reality. Outside was something so frightening, I would never forget the moment.
It was the blue Police Box. The exact same one from my dream.