![Story any good (its called Destiny)?]( "Story any good (its called Destiny)?")
I start running from him. I put all of my strength into my legs and bolt my way towards the white light, except he won’t stop. my heart is pounding its way of out my heart. what does he want from me?
“Alyson, get ready for school!” mum yells.
“Ohhhhh, it was just a dream, just a dream.” I say to myself as I wipe the sweat from my forehead and blink a few times, trying to forget that awful dream, but it just won’t go.
Once my heart rate is back to normal I yell “Coming!”
I get up, walk over to my CD player and put on some music.
The handsome man yells “Alyson! Please, I need to explain!”
“Whoa.” I stumble backwards. I just had a flashback of my dream, Correction nightmare. my head is spinning, why and how does that kind of thing happen? Does this mean something? but why is this happening to me? I’m a nice, considerable person. I always help others and my life seems complete. So why do I always get nightmares?
Finally I put myself back together and walkover to my huge, white walk in closet and put on my black skinny jeans, a blue tank top that matches my eyes, a few bangles and my old, lucky black chucks. I go to the bathroom, brush my white, sparkling teeth and my long blond hair and leave it down.
I walk back to my room, grab my bag and still a bit light-headed walk down the clear white spiral staircase to mum. “Hey mum.” I say, grabbing a big, red apple and rinsing it under the sink before taking a bite. “Hi darling, I’m going to be late tonight, I’ve been called in. I’ll be back a midnight, there’s pizza in the fridge.” She yelled as she closes the front door and backs out of the driveway in her red BMW. “Bye.” I mumble, even though she clearly can’t hear me.
After I just sit there for awhile, my fingers on my temples trying to remember that dream that’s gone all fuzzy in my memory, I look up at the big, white clock and realize that im running late, so I jump up, grab my bag and into my car and drive out of the white driveway and to Manafell High School.
I end up circling the parking lot a couple of times trying to find a park and finally find one as far away from the gates as possible. I get out of the car, sling my bag over my shoulder and walk real quickly to my first class, English.
I feel a wave of relief when I see that class hasn’t started and my teacher mr. Nike isn’t even here yet. ”Hey Alyson.” Bella says waving at me. “Hey, where’s Damen?” I ask, usually he’s here already besides Bella. “Right here.” He exclaims tapping me on the shoulder and laughing when he see’s me flinch. “Oh, hey.” I say, more louder then I really needed to but showing that I don’t like to be snuck up on.
I slide into my seat up the back and retrieve my English book, pen and notepad out of my bag as mr. Nike walks into the room. “Good morning class. Were going to do some testing for this session.” He announces. Everybody groans as the tests are handed around. I take mine and groan, just like everybody else. How am I supposed to know the meanings of these words? “Now get started!” mr. Nike yells.
I slide back into my chair and stare at the piece of paper. How do I even pronounce this? I sigh and sit up and do the answers that I know, which are the easy ones. the man is catching up, he’s to fast. How am I supposed to reach that light? “Wait!” the man yells tugging at my arm.
“Alyson, are you alright?” mr. Nike asks with concern. I realize that my breathing has become very heavy and im gripping the edge of my desk. “Oh.” I mumble, letting go of the desk and getting my breathing under control. “I’m ah, fine.” I tell mr. Nike. “Are you sure?” He asks. “Yes, I need to finish this.” I tell him, pointing to my test paper with barley anything written on it. “Very well.” He walks back to his desk, and people start focusing back on their test.
After about 30 minutes mr. Nike left the room. I could hear him talking to someone. the voice sounded beautiful, like an angel. He probably looked like one to. I got back to my test, hitting the tip of my pen to the desk and occasionally writing in an answer.
Mr. Nike walks in with someone behind his back. “Class, this is Lucas.” He says motioning for Lucas to step forward. He steps around mr. Nike but I look away just incase he’s hot, because last time I even spoke to a hot guy, Rachel starting calling me pathetic because I was talking to someone like him. “Lucas, you can sit up the back next to Alyson there.” He tells Lucas. “Yes, sir.” Lucas replies. Whoa, that’s that guy with the angel voice, it seems familiar in some way but I can’t quite put my tongue on it.
“Hi.” Lucas says, sliding in the desk beside me. “Hi.” I said but didn’t look up once, because I didn’t want to start Rachel up again. all through class I could feel Lucas’s gaze on me the entire time. Maybe he thought I was pretty, which all the other guys in the school told me, but I could never say anything back before Rachel interrupted and started flirting with them. Or maybe I had som
Great start, throws the reader straight into the action.
If I'm going to be picky there are too many colours – white closet, white stairs, white clock, white driveway, red apple, red BMW, etc. do we really need to know? There's a lot of white so maybe find a way of telling us she feels like she's in a white world?
Other than that pretty good. keep writing!
