Falling, I was falling I hear someone call my name
"Ella!" he screamed.
I look over I saw his beautiful blue eyes that didn't look human. I grabbed his wrist holding on to him. we fell into the fire all I could do was cough from the smoke. I look over and he wasn't moving...someone was shaking me. I wake up
"Mom said get up or your going to be late for the first day of school come on get up"
my younger sister Lillian pulls me out of bed I hit the floor
"jeesh lil I'm awake no need to pull me out of bed ya know!" I stood up kicking her out of my room and shutting the door behind me. looking in my closet I picked me out favorite jeans and crop top. putting it on I felt a burning sensation on my left leg looking down I see a burning mark in the shape of a heart...that's weird how could something from a dream harm me in real life. I looked into the mirror, I've been having dreams about that handsome boy ever since my father died in a car crash I never could understand it and I wish I could. my mom calls me from down stairs.
"Ella James Willson, hurry up and get down here for breakfast or your gonna go hungry!!!"
I brushed my hair and ran down the stairs, the smell of bacon and eggs made me smile.
"morning guys! what a beautiful day isn't it"
I took some bacon off of my sister's plate and walked out of the door. "bye guys I'll see ya after school"
my friend Jane pulled up in her black and red Lexus car blasting her music like normal. mom yells from out the window.
"Jane mal Carter you better turn that rackus down before I whoop you with a spoon and tell ya momma about it!"
"yes ma'am" Jane turned down her music. I climbed into the passenger seat. "wassup how was New York?"
she smiled brightly "it was amazing! I wish you could of came, there was so many stuff to see and to learn about it was great"
I smiled "yeah I wish I was with you but..." my voice trailed off. she put her hands on my shoulder " I know...and I'm here if you need anything alright?"
I nodded putting my head phones in. ever since my father passed I never felt the same I always felt like something was missing, like a gun shot to the heart and that it could never be fixed.