Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
~I Miss You by blink-182
~*Eric*~
*BEEP*
*BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
Damn alarm clock. I slammed my hand down on the snooze button to shut the thing up.
I slowly opened my unwilling eyes to the brightness of the sun coming through my window. The clock said 7:00 AM. My head was pounding, and I felt as though I just woke up from a coma or something. How long had I been sleeping?
Ugh, that’s right. I remembered now what had happened – the dream last night…the angel…or girl, whoever she was. I had thought it was real at first. Of course when I woke up I realized it wasn’t. I couldn’t get back to sleep until almost 4. So I spent 2 hours in the driveway shooting hoops to clear my head. It didn’t work. I still couldn’t get her out of my head.
Sitting up, I ran my hand through my tangled mess of hair and groaned. That dream was gonna torture me for awhile, I could tell. She was mesmerizing and the fact that I recognized things about her like her brown amethyst eyes…and that locket, but I couldn’t figure out how or what triggered it. And those lips…that feeling. God. This was bad. It was just a frickin dream. It wasn’t real, but I felt as though I had felt that feeling before…in another life almost…
I sighed. I need to put this girl out of my mind. She’s doesn’t even exist….
Distractions – Varsity Football Camp starts today. Knew there was a reason why I had an alarm on the weekend. One week of nothing but football before school started, sounds like the perfect distraction.
I had already packed the night before. The bus left from school to Tampa (where the camp was at) at 8, and it took 20 minutes for me to drive to school.
I took a shower, then got dressed and grabbed my suitcase and gym bag, running downstairs to eat the breakfast I could smell my mom cooking – eggs and bacon. I felt my stomach growl.
“Hey, Mom. Morning.” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Morning, Ricky. You better hurry up and eat since you have—”
she paused to look at the clock, “20 minutes to get to school.”
“Alright, alright. Whatever you say…” I laughed.
“And I mean 20 minutes without driving like a maniac.” She said sternly – or at least she attempted to be stern. There was a hint of an exasperated smile in her voice. She knew I always drove too fast and somehow always made it where I needed to go on time – every time. She disapproved, of course, but never really enforced her concern.
I wolfed down the rest of my eggs and bacon, then gulped down my orange juice.
“See ya, Mom.” I told her, grabbing my keys from the counter, then kissing her check again.
“Have fun! And be careful!” She called to me, as I was already half-way out the front door. I didn’t bother saying bye to my dad…he was in his study. There were few occasions when he ever left it, or stopped working – being co-partner to the Hirch of Channing & Hirch Law Firm left little time for a family life.
I revved the engine of my ’67 Chevy Impala and started to drive at record, borderline past the speed limit, speed to school.
One thing you should know about me is that I’m kind of obsessed with old cars. I had wanted an Impala ever since I saw one at an Antique Car Show that one of my dad’s clients had invited us to. Our family wasn’t as severed back then. I was only 10, but still I knew what I wanted. When I make a decision, it takes a lot to make me waver from it.
7:57 AM
*BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
Damn alarm clock. I slammed my hand down on the snooze button to shut the thing up.
I slowly opened my unwilling eyes to the brightness of the sun coming through my window. The clock said 7:00 AM. My head was pounding, and I felt as though I just woke up from a coma or something. How long had I been sleeping?
Ugh, that’s right. I remembered now what had happened – the dream last night…the angel…or girl, whoever she was. I had thought it was real at first. Of course when I woke up I realized it wasn’t. I couldn’t get back to sleep until almost 4. So I spent 2 hours in the driveway shooting hoops to clear my head. It didn’t work. I still couldn’t get her out of my head.
Sitting up, I ran my hand through my tangled mess of hair and groaned. That dream was gonna torture me for awhile, I could tell. She was mesmerizing and the fact that I recognized things about her like her brown amethyst eyes…and that locket, but I couldn’t figure out how or what triggered it. And those lips…that feeling. God. This was bad. It was just a frickin dream. It wasn’t real, but I felt as though I had felt that feeling before…in another life almost…
I sighed. I need to put this girl out of my mind. She’s doesn’t even exist….
Distractions – Varsity Football Camp starts today. Knew there was a reason why I had an alarm on the weekend. One week of nothing but football before school started, sounds like the perfect distraction.
I had already packed the night before. The bus left from school to Tampa (where the camp was at) at 8, and it took 20 minutes for me to drive to school.
I took a shower, then got dressed and grabbed my suitcase and gym bag, running downstairs to eat the breakfast I could smell my mom cooking – eggs and bacon. I felt my stomach growl.
“Hey, Mom. Morning.” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Morning, Ricky. You better hurry up and eat since you have—”
she paused to look at the clock, “20 minutes to get to school.”
“Alright, alright. Whatever you say…” I laughed.
“And I mean 20 minutes without driving like a maniac.” She said sternly – or at least she attempted to be stern. There was a hint of an exasperated smile in her voice. She knew I always drove too fast and somehow always made it where I needed to go on time – every time. She disapproved, of course, but never really enforced her concern.
I wolfed down the rest of my eggs and bacon, then gulped down my orange juice.
“See ya, Mom.” I told her, grabbing my keys from the counter, then kissing her check again.
“Have fun! And be careful!” She called to me, as I was already half-way out the front door. I didn’t bother saying bye to my dad…he was in his study. There were few occasions when he ever left it, or stopped working – being co-partner to the Hirch of Channing & Hirch Law Firm left little time for a family life.
I revved the engine of my ’67 Chevy Impala and started to drive at record, borderline past the speed limit, speed to school.
One thing you should know about me is that I’m kind of obsessed with old cars. I had wanted an Impala ever since I saw one at an Antique Car Show that one of my dad’s clients had invited us to. Our family wasn’t as severed back then. I was only 10, but still I knew what I wanted. When I make a decision, it takes a lot to make me waver from it.
7:57 AM
That’s what the clock said as I turned into the school parking lot. I got out of the car, and taking my stuff with me, walked towards the bus. I saw Brett Peterson and Jack Austin, 2 of my best friends, at storage hold on the side of the bus.
“Eric!” Brett called out to me, waving like a manic.
Oh, great. This was going to be a long ride. Then again, it always was.
“Mountain Dew?” I asked Jack, knowingly, once I got to them.
“Yup, and I would’ve stopped him for once, if I had remembered. Actually, I can’t believe I forgot.” Jack told me.
It was a yearly tradition, ever since 8th grade, for Brett to get high on gallons of Mountain Dew on the bus ride to football camp, or well in this case before. We all drank it, but Brett’s body never got used to the sugar intake, which left him bouncing off the walls – more so than usual. He was naturally a happy guy.
I just laughed.
“Hey, man.” I said when I turned to Brett.
“You pumped for this? I’m pumped. I am pumped. To the MAX! Senior year, betches!” He yelled in a girly voice, and did a “cha-ching” arm movement thigny.
Jack and I looked at each other for a second – then burst out laughing.
And we’re off.
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