As The World Falls Down

"Angel." A voice says from behind me and I turn around to see a guy with firetruck red hair and sad hazel eyes, "how do you know me?" I ask and he lowers his head, the whole room is silent apart from the sounds of tears dropping to the floor.


"ANGEL!" My mothers voice says ripping me from the quiet room to my bedroom, my very plain white walled bedroom. I wasn't that much of a I guess the word is alternative, I don't like music unless it's classical. I guess that's why I haven't had a boyfriend ever.


"Yes mother?" I ask entering the kitchen, "there was a boy asking about you waking up or something." She says and my eyes widen in fear. No someone has to be playing some type of sick and twisted joke, but how can they see into my reoccurring dreams?


"Mother may I be excused from the table?" I ask with a small smile even though my brain is furiously weeping and screaming, "sure thing sweetie." She says and I get up and walk out of the dining room before rushing to the bathroom and throwing up all of the contents of my stomach. Darn these nerves!


Once I finished throwing up due to anxiety I brush my teeth thoroughly to get the disgusting taste out of my mouth. I check the mirror to see if my hair was okay, my hair is dark brown and has natural curls, it is okay. Sometimes. "Angel come on time for school!" Mother calls out from down the hall, "coming mother!" I say rushing down the hallway with my flats in my hands.


Riverside High. My ever so plain high school, everything about my life is boring as watching the grass grow. As I enter the school I see the array of students with coloured hair and piercings, band shirts were every where. Why do I have to be so plain and boring?


Sometimes I wish I was born in an alternative universe where people like mother and I were more common, it's a nice dream.


I enter the crowded halls of Riverside High, I stick out like a sore thumb. I walk quickly to my locker to avoid harassment for looking like I do, I sense someone watching me. Like that creepy feeling you get when your being followed, stalked or whatever you call it.


I turn around to see the red headed boy from my dream, his hazel eyes gleaming like people's eyes do in a tragic romance flick. "What are you doing here?!" I quietly yell not to draw attention to the mysterious boy and myself, he grabs my hand and leads me away from everyone.


Towards the dance studio, "let go." I whisper but he doesn't, this guy is fairly attractive but he wouldn't go for someone like me. Jayce maybe, she has half blue and green hair at the moment. "Angel, do you love me?" He asks and I laugh, "I don't even know you." I say and he frowns, "what can I do to make you wake up?" I sigh, I must be dreaming. "I am awake," I reply and a single tear rolls down his pale cheek.


"We all miss you Angel," he says. "Please wake up. For me?" I break free of his grasp and start running away from the dance studio, leaving the mystery guy behind.


Who are the people he was talking about? Why would they miss me? I am awake, I'm sure of it.

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