A story I am writing...

Here is a story I have started. It is only the first two chapters, the third chapter will be out soon :).


Chapter 1: Sweet Dreams

She was in a place of color, almost like a kaleidoscope. It was a beautiful place, with tall trees that reached into the skies like giants trying to stop the sun from falling down. Alyssa wasn’t sure where she was, but she was desperately searching for someone to talk to, because one gets awfully lonely in other people’s dreams. She suddenly came across a boy of her age. After inspecting him further, it seemed that he was one of her very cute classmates at Laguna Del Carbon High, Brent Callahan.

Now, let me ask you readers a question; if you saw a very very cute boy in a dream, what would you do? Would you talk to him? Maybe try to influence him to do something in real life? Well, Alyssa is not like you. Alyssa has a boyfriend, so she isn’t sure why this boy is coming into her nighttime dreams.
“Excuse me,” she started walking towards Brent, and he, sensing she was rather annoyed, walked away quickly and with purpose “Hey, you! Excuse me; why in the world are you in my dream?”
“Me? Me? Me, Brent Callahan, interrupt a nobody like you while you’re is dreaming? No way girl, I am pretty sure that you have entered my dream.”

There was a long silence. It’s not a very fun thing to be called a nobody, but I’m sure that you all know that.

“You didn’t have to be like that” was all Alyssa could muster out of her mouth.
Brent looked at his shoes. He didn’t know what to say. He had never talked to a girl like that in real life, but in his dreams, he had a burst of confidence. Now all that confidence was gone, and all that was left was guilt.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, still feeling embarrassed. And then, he thought up a great idea. “Let me make it up to you!” And he grabbed her hand and ran with her through a field of flowers to his special secret place.


Chapter Two:Wake-Up Call

Brent pulled her close, with a twinkle in his eye, they both smiled, and he was about to kiss her when…
“Alyssa? Alyssa, wake up! You’re late!” Her mother yelled.
Poof! It was gone. Just like that. All gone.
How could that have been a dream? Alyssa thought furiously, it felt so real!
“Alyssa Angel Bauman, get up right this moment or you’re grounded”.

She shot up, out of bed, and trudged into the shower, still not totally sure what had happened last night. It was the first day of 10th grade, the second year of high school life. It was vital that when she came into school today, she looked like a somebody.

“Even though everyone knows I’m a nobody” she mumbled to herself. She thought about what to wear, which resulted in 10 minutes of pulling clothes on and off, she finally settled with a skirt that was a little bit shorter than the school dress code allowed, and a pink ribbed tank top. Pink was her favorite color, but only if it was hot pink. After grabbing a granola bar and her lunch money, Alyssa sped out the door to the bus, hoping her mother would not notice the length (or shortness) of her skirt. Today she was lucky; her mom was pecking at the keyboard on her laptop like a starved crow, hoping to earn a little extra money by working overtime. Ever since Alyssa’s father died, cash had been tight, and they could just barely afford their small flat in California.

When Alyssa sat down on the hot, sticky plastic seats the bus provided, she sighed. The Dream felt so real, even if it was not her own. She prayed to whoever controlled her nighttime mind excursions that she would see Brent again soon. But for now, her first period English class was waiting. Alyssa despised English more than anything in this dreary world she lived in.