Sunflower-Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

LAST WEEK; 5:28 am

“Ahhhh!” I screamed, as salty water was dripping on and off my spine. I was drenched in sweat. I looked around, scanning the room just in case. In case of… well, whatever had me screaming my heart out.

“Another bad dream,” I sighed. This had been happening for a few weeks now. Every week, at least once, I would wake up from the same dream, but could never remember what it was about. Even so, I would remember just a small moment from the stupeid dream.

The first one was just me screaming. Then it was red eyes, then yellow teeth, now it was pink roses. How could I be scared of pink roses? I’m a stinking softball player! It’s my favorite flower. This didn’t make sense. Then again, nothing in this world makes sense anymore, huh?

My mom would say she had similar dreams before she turned 16 too. “The scary dreams stopped after I turned 16,” My mom would say, “Either that or I just never remembered them when I woke up,”. Who knew I was so much like my mom? Not me, that's for sure! 

“You're gonna be late Elena!” I heard Dad yell, “Your sister is ready to go!” of course she was, little Miss. Perfect I thought, completely forgetting my dream and rushing to get my clothes on. I put on our school uniform-black pants and gay shirt-and grabbed my backpack. 

I sprinted out of the house without another thought and was hit by the cold, fast wind. School was starting way too early I thought as I recovered from the burst of air. I swear I swallowed a fly or two as I finished being dramatic and went to the drive way to the car, but it wasn’t there.

“There should be a car here,” I said to myself, backpack hanging by my shoulder and one eyebrow raised. I liked pretending to be the main character, sue me. “Well it didn’t just grow legs…right?” I looked around, still confused and rolled my eyes as I saw my mom’s car near a house. She was watching me again.

My mom has this weird habit of starting the car, getting out of the driveway and parking near the houses nearby to watch how I react to the car not being where it should be. By the time I got outta the house, she was already in her new spot, recording how I react and showing me and my sister, laughing at me-no, with me about how clueless I am.

But today I wasn’t in the mood. I don’t know why, just ‘cause.

“I swear if she does it one more time…” I mumbled under my breath as I strutted to the car like the main character I am. I always wanted to be in a book. Or a movie. Or on TV. Or on anything that people can see my dramatic side, aka the real me. I loved being dramatic and extra. It’s one of the many things I did best, along with softball.

Oh god, I wasn’t supposed to think of softball, mostly because I’m getting Axiuse. Why you may ask? Because FOUR girls are better at pitching than me. First there’s Luna. She’s crazy tall (almost as tall as my dad and he’s TALL), and she’s the best pitcher of them all. Then again, she plays for the grade above me, so she doesn’t really count. 

Alexis is the best one in my age group, though she’s almost as tall as a 7 or eight year old. She might be small, but dang that girl has a SNAP! Alexis is the kinda girl you wanna be around, the kind that makes you smile. We don’t really hang out, but she’s really cool.

Then there’s- Beep!

“Huh?” I said, shaking my head slightly and looking around. I was in front of my mom’s car, looking at the driver seat-my mom-but my head in a whole new world. I quickly realized I was zoning out and that my mom had snapped me out of my thoughts… again. I got in the passenger seat and sat down on a wand. “Ow!” I picked it up and looked behind me, not amused.

It Maples of course. She must have been trying to persuade my mom to let her do dance lessons and or was trying to show mom a cool dancing trick or something with her wand-like she does almost everyday.

“Sorry!” Maple said, putting her hands up, slowly reaching for the wand, but I held it back.

“Sorry…” I said, strangling my voice like her and putting it in my bag while keeping a face that looked like I really cared that she was gonna pout. Spoiler alert: I didn’t give a crap.

“Come on,” my mom looked at me, dead in the eye, trying to sound like she was giving me a choice but really wasn’t. It’s a mom thing I think. “Give the wand back. What use is a toy to you, big girl?” Big girl. Ugg I hated when she called me that. It was like she was thinking I was a child all over again, though I was one year away from getting a phone.

I rolled my eyes, death stared Maple and tossed the wand back. It was just a toy after all, it’s just the look of my baby sister's smug face made it even more ... .UGGG! She’s so impossible sometimes. Why did I teach her to be like that again?

Me and Maple started talking in face expressions and mom soon caught on to what we were saying and made us stop. I faced the front of the car again with a dull face and sore eyes. I was still very sleepy and was trying to remember what I was thinking before my mom snapped me out of it.

Author's Note

I'll post a new chapter every few months! (P.S I'm not that good at spelling😅) Please tell me what y'all think of it!