The Dream"Get out, now!"
"Now!" I was choked by smoke. My lungs screamed for air, but I couldn't breath. My vision blurred as ashes stung my eyes. Flames lapped hungrily at my body as I scrambled blindly through the fire. Suddenly, I tripped, falling onto something that lay on the ground. Blinking, I narrowed her eyes to see what I had tripped over. I choked back a scream as I saw a girl, laying on her stomach, her shirt ripped open. And so was her back.
I blinked open my eyes. The image of the torn girl shocked me, and fear pulsed through my. I glanced at my alarm clock.
"Oh my God, it's 7:00!" I jumped out of bed, quickly dressed, and hurried downstairs. I had missed the school bus to high school, and it was only the second day! I ran down the stairs and found my mother calmly reading. "I forgot to set my alarm," I panted. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"We got snowed in, Willow," my mother, Grace, said. I sighed in relief.
"I practically died," I muttered crossly. Grace smiled.
"I'm sorry, I should have told you yesterday." Then she added, "For a 17 year old, you sure are a worry wart."
"No I'm not! Not as much as you," I insisted. Then I heard the deep grunt of her father, Chris.
"Forgive your mother, Willow," he said, peering over his newspaper.
"Did I say I blamed her?" I retorted rudely. "It's not like I said 'oh, I blame you sooo much, Mom'." Chris grunted once more, then began to busily read the newspaper again. "What'll I do?" I thought out loud.
"You could call Dennis," Grace suggested.
"What? Him? I just met that guy!" I blushed as Grace raised her eyebrows.
"Alright, if you say so," she teased. I bit my lip. "Well, just don't bother me. I'm trying to read!" Grace waved her book at me. "It's supposed to be great," she added.
"Fine," I muttered. Then my dream came back to me. Fear flooded into me again, and I shook my head. Just some nightmare again, I thought hopefully.