Okay, here's some of my dreams:
They're Blind
I was in a group home. It was my turn to do the dishes. And as I did so, the new girl walked in, grabbing a pear from the bowl in the island in the kitchen and peered at the babbling flat-screen that hung at the corner of the room. I didn't like her. I don't know why, but I just didn't. She was new in the house, I knew that, and she took over all the attention of the boys. I don't know why that had bothered me, but it had. I felt like I was in another time period, like a time when girls needed to prove themselves. And I was wearing a Greek style dress, simple white cotton with golden trimmings.
She was there, nodding her head in acknowledgement of my presence, and I found myself annoyed. She wasn't the one to chop garlics, the one who has to clean the dishes, the one who has to fold the clothes. And though I wasn't the only one to do all those things, it still didn't seem fair. But the biggest thing I envied her about was her look. She was as beautiful as Aphrodite herself. The looks of her dark damp hair told me that she had just come out of a shower. Her face flushed from the hot water, her dress white and crisp clean. I envied her, I did.
It was when he came into the room that I felt the most aware of my own actions. I started to stand up straighter, and I pulled my bangs down my face. I continued my work on the chopping. Through the sounds of the knife making contact with the cutting board, I also heard low whispers, a sound of a kiss, and the sweeping of fabric to show that she had left. But he didn't leave. He had stayed, does that mean he came into the kitchen for me? "Hey."
"Mmm," I kept my eyes on the TV, pretending to be entranced by the scores of last night's hockey game. "I just, hello?" He waved his hand in my face, and I grabbed it and flung it gently from my vision, bringing my act even further.
"Whatever, I just wanted to see if you could do a favour for me."
That got my attention. But I kept my eye on the screen. "What?"
"I was thinking that.....maybe.......I don't know. I mean, you know that I like her, maybe just throw in a good word for me or something, cause you know, she's been with a lot of guys."
I stared at him, fully, forgetting about hockey. What was he asking me?? How could he?? Were boys literally that blind? What was he thinking??
"You okay?" He looked at me confused and innocent. How could he have not known? Guess boys are that blind. But it's his exact innocence that draws so many, including myself, towards him. "No, seriously, what's going on? What's wrong?"
But it was too late, i was already stalking out the door.
The Book Store
I walked through the hallway and out the side of the building, one old and plain, like an abandoned factory. The faded dark green doors opened to the cold, and outside individual snowflakes fell to the ground. I huddled closer to myself in my enormous sky-jacket, letting the warm inside touch the bare skin of my hands. I walked, and soon was on a bus. Somehow the cold had followed me, and even when I got off, the chill still shook me to the bone. It was harsh. The snowflakes danced in the sky as if they were mocking me, saying that I would always be cold, but they will never be. I ran into the building, another one, more elaborate and modern than the last one. It was a book store. I liked book stores, and the sight of this one gave my heart a pleasant little jump. I looked back at my day as I started walking towards the doors, and I've found that I have had a terrible day. Something about a bad test, and lone walk in a strange hall. But it's alright. I was in the door and soon the jacket fell away from my shoulders and a sweater stayed on my body. I walked to the Young Adult section, like I always did, and picked up City of Glass, and peered in the back of the book. Nothing had changed. No preview of the next book. My shoulders slump, but I was still happy. I was in a book store, it doesn't get better than that. I placed the book slowly back in its slot, and I smile. The store was warm, and I saw new books out all around me. I strode to the other side of the store, and took a look at the books on the shelf. I turned suddenly as I heard the other girls at the shelf opposite mine whisper. They were talking about Cassandra Clare, a new book from her. But how was it possible? I hadn't her any thing about it. I power-walked back to the place where City of Glass lied with all the other books from that series, and I take a closer look at the new book that was leaning on the post beside the shelf, the one that had an extension on it with a newly printed book perched there. Her name, Cassandra Clare, was inscribed in the front. The cover was fiery and sinister, perfect. I opened the book and saw that this was what I was waiting for. I flipped through the short novel, and it was in fact an exert from City of Fallen Angels. I prepared myself for a fan girl scream.
That's all I have right now, but I assure you, I've got tons of dreams left.
Be sure to expect:
Field Trip Lost
Chasing me into a DVD shop
A Day In Downtown
Beckett's Lost, Castle's Case
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