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When I get home, my muscles are tense. The feeling is strongest in my room. I climb the stairs and my heart pounds. My door is already open. I always have it closed. My hands sweat. There’s a shoebox in the middle of the room and a permanent marker next to it. I pick them up and look them over. Nothing special, just a plain old cardboard shoebox and a Sharpie. Why are these here? As always there’s not a soul in my room apart from myself. I blink a few times and whisper, “What are you trying to tell me?”
Dinner time; the lights flicker the second I sit down.
Showering; someone knocks on the door. My brother is at work and my parents are out at dinner with their friends.
Brushing my teeth; the water shuts off completely. Funny, I can hear my mom showering in the other room.
I’m on a small canoe, floating down a sleepy river. There are stationary oars in front of me, manned by no one. There is no end to this voyage as far as I can see. I look behind me. The river sits between two thick, lush forests. The water is bluer and the forest greener than naturally possible.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I gasp and turn around.
I am awake, sitting upright in my bed, my forehead beaded with light cold sweat. My room is illuminated only by my television. My videogame is paused, the characters Sora, Donald, and Goofy frozen in battle against a boss heartless in Kingdom Hearts. I pull off my hoodie - it’s really hot in here - and throw it at the floor. I glance at the clock: 3:00 am. I take a deep breath and run my hand through my slightly damp hair to cool me down. Holy shit.
Today is my favorite day of the week. Especially since it’s my last full day of school.
I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. “Ah!” My cat Kobe stares at me from the foot of my bed with her huge yellow eyes. “Jesus Kobe, what the hell,” I hiss at her. She just purrs loudly and I push her face down playfully. She hops off the bed with a meow of annoyance. I get out of bed and walk to my closet. While I’m picking out my clothes for the day, settling with a Ghostbusters tee shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, Kobe makes an unseen acquaintance.
I turn around and she’s rubbing up against the air next to my bed. She purrs like a motorboat and sticks her tail straight up like she does when I scratch her back. My eyes widen. I’m not sure if I should be scared or amused. I walk over to my bed. Kobe stops and stares at me expectantly. I look at the air above my bed. It shimmers, almost invisibly. I raise my hand to touch the shimmers when my ‘mom’ bursts through the door, yelling, “Rose! Wake – oh, you’re up already. What’re you doing?” I realize that my hand is still suspended in the air. I bring my hand back down to my side.
She raises an eyebrow. “Okay, weirdo.” She chuckles lightly to herself and closes the door after telling me to make sure I’m on time for school. That’s Helen, my real mom’s girlfriend.
My mom’s gay, get over it.
I look back to where the air had been shimmering before. Everything is still. Interesting.
Back in history, I fall asleep again.
We’re not doing anything, so I tell my friend Cassidie to wake me when the bell rings. I shut my eyes and sleep consumes me.
I’m back on a small canoe, floating down a sleepy river. There are stationary oars in front of me, manned by no one. There is no end to this voyage as far as I can see. I look behind me. The river sits between two thick, lush forests. The water is bluer and the forest greener than naturally possible.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I gasp and turn around.
I see a boy; I can’t truly tell if he is in fact a boy or a man because he is wearing a gray cloak and his hood obscures his face, but his voice sounded fairly young just now. Then again this is all a dream. I try to get a glimpse of the boy who now rows the little canoe. All I can see is his mouth; his soft-looking, full lips. I lean over and try to see up the hood of his cloak, but he pulls back and laughs softly. I feel like a child who just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“Who are you?” I urge. His smile disappears slowly.
“All in good time, Roseline.”
“How do you know my name?”
“What name? Roseline Kassandra Loch?”
I shudder slightly. The way he says my name gives me the chills. I look down at my long unpainted nails and notice that I am wearing a white summer dress that reaches just above my knees and my small feet are encased in soft white slippers.
“Where am I? Where are we? What is going on here?” I demand, longing for some kind of answers. He laughs again and whispers, “You’re on your way.”
“NO!” I scream as I sit up in class. Everyone stares at me and I slump down in my seat, embarrassed beyond belief. Someone mumbles, “What the fuck?”
“Hey, hey, let’s watch our language here,” is Mr. Marty’s attempt to keep control of his classroom.
I look around at the startled and mocking faces of my classmates. I mutter, “No, I’m… just fine.”
“You screamed in the middle of the class?”
After school I crash at my friend Kelly’s place. She’s one of my best friends and tomorrow is her birthday party, so I’m staying over a day early. I get special treatment.
“Yeah, don’t make fun of me, I was having a nightmare.”
“It didn’t sound like a nightmare,” she shoots back absentmindedly while text messaging her boyfriend. “Floating in a beautiful river with a mysterious guy with cute lips. Yeah, torture.”
“Kells, it wasn’t as peaceful as you’d think. It was almost… ominous. Like it was too calm, you know? And… I don’t know Kelly. He said I was ‘on my way’. What the hell does that mean? I can’t help but to think that this has something to do with what’s been happening lately.”
Kelly rolls her eyes and asks, “Rose, are you still on this ghost shit? It’s all a bunch of bull.”
I cross my arms and sit down on her comfy couch.
“But Kells, if you would just listen-”
“Kay, you listen, Rose, you listen to me. There is no ghost that is following you around… the dream you had is just your wild imagination…” a smile blooms on her face. “…and I am going to hand your ass to you in Mario Kart right now.”
“Oh, you feeling lucky, Kelly?”
She turns on the Gamecube. “Oh I don’t need luck, Rosie, I’m going to win!”
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