Dream to reality{1}

12:00 midnight: For as long as I could remember, my dreams were always forgotten as soon as I woke up. Well, that’s what I always relied on anyway. Most people I know want to remember their dreams, well I DO NOT! I may not remember my dreams but that doesn’t stop me from waking up in a cold sweat every night. However this time I remembered my dream as if it were real.
It seems I finally got back to sleep when my phone rang. Hmmm, nothing better than waking up to the wonderful hardcore music my best friend Ashley set as her very own, personal ring tone.
“Hey, Sky, I’ll be at your house in fifteen. You wouldn’t believe what slop my mother forced down my throat for breakfast!”
“Mhmm, that’s nice.” I replied, not even paying attention.
“Are you even listening to me?” she yelled.
Dammit! She caught me.
“That depends.” I said getting out of bed. Ugh my hair was a black tangled mess. And I get the pleasure of straightening it. Oh joy!
“depends on what?” She asked, clearly annoyed.
“It depends on whether I feel like telling you the truth, or lying. Lying is my god given talent after all.” I said, “Do you mind driving slowly? I kinda just got out of bed….”
“Sure, whatever. I don’t see why it matters ‘miss always looks perfect’. As if lying is the only thing you are good at. But seeing as though I am your source of transportation, I don’t see why I can’t ditch you for a little while and treat myself to some coffee!”
“Fine! Just don’t forget me this time okay?”
“I’ll Try not to. Bye!”
Well my hair was finally straight, and my reflection looked decent. I had long black hair, blue eyes, and too pale skin. I’m shorter than most of the people at my shitty high school. I just barely got to five feet, which would be okay, except for the fact that I’m a Sophomore, and shorter than everyone else. Ash should be here any minute, so I quickly put on some skinny jeans, a plain white shirt, my favorite black flats(did not help with the height situation), and a bow for my hair. I basically stand out at my high school because of my style. This school is full of preps. Don’t get me wrong, I like them, but they just don’t get me and my interests.
Outside, Ash honked the horn, which couldn’t be heard over her loud music. I ran through my messy apartment, then outside, and into the car. The car was messy as usual. Most people have fast food bags left in their car, well Ash and I leave Starbucks.
“You should probably clean your car, you know.” I criticized her.
“Yea, well, I’ll clean the car when you finally clean the apartment.”
“Ah, the beauty of being emancipated. No one is around to make me!”
I’m pretty good at being on my own. It has been about a year now. My dad died when I was five and after that my mom became an alcoholic. I could only take so much before I took off, got emancipated, and now here I am. The ’wonderful’ town of clear view.
We got to school right before the late bell, so as usual I had to run to my locker, then to first block.
English is easy so I don’t really pay attention. Plenty of time to think about my dream. It was weird, this has been the first dream I have ever remembered.
There was this boy. He was running from something or someone. He was the hottest guy I have ever seen, or dreamed, I guess. He had the same style as me with black hair, and amazing green eyes. He looked scared and now he had run into a freaky looking warehouse. The warehouse actually looked familiar. It looked like one of the ones down by the piers. But, it’s a dream so, I suppose it doesn’t matter. Then suddenly he ran up to me. I didn’t even know he say me.
“Who are you?” He asked, “ Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Listen you have to help me, Okay?”
Then the dream abruptly ended. What the hell does that mean?
“Excuse me. Excuse me. Miss Baines? Skylur! Would you like to join us?” The teacher asked.
“If I have to, I suppose, why not?” I said. Just then, I realized there was someone else standing next to Mr. Baker. Holy shit. It was him, the boy from my dream. And he was looking at me the same way I was probably looking at him, with total and utter shock. At that moment I knew what we were both thinking. “WHAT THE HELL!!”
“Class, this is our new student, eh, I’m sorry, but could you tell the class your name?”
Staring at me the entire time, he answered, “ hey, I’m Shane Daniels. I just moved here from Maine completely against my will.” The whole class laughed, but I just stared completely horrified, but the way he looked at me, it was…different…I can’t quite figure it out.
“Thank you Mr. Daniels,” the teacher said, clearly unpleased, “why don’t you take a seat next to miss Baines. Perhaps you could help her actually pay attention.” He was right next to me and all I new was that I had to leave, because I think he wanted to talk to me, so I did the first thing that came to my mind. I stood up in front of the whole class and said simply and clearly,
“Fuck off.”
“What did you just say?” Everyone was laughing now.
“I think you heard me, so why don’t I just walk out and go to the office and we skip the whole yelling part. I have a headache and I am so not in the mood to hear you talk.”
“What did you just say?” Still clearly in shock. Haha. I had to admit, he had this coming ever since I moved here. So I waved goodbye and started walking out of the classroom. I looked back at Shane on my way out, he was staring at me, and he looked hurt.