• Chapter 1


    There he was. His perfect smile that made my heart beat ten times faster, his beautiful blue eyes, and his light brown hair. All there, right there, in front of me. I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted. All I knew was that for some reason I was in love with him. I was drawn to him, something about him, but I couldn’t figure out what. His eyes met mine and the most perfect smile spread across his face. In response, without even thinking I found myself walking closer to him. I stopped realizing that I was now face to face with this boy. He reached out and gently placed his hand behind my head.
    “I will be with u soon,” he whispered. I had so many questions like what’s going on, what do u mean, why do I keep seeing u?
    “What d-do u mean?” I stuttered
    “You will see,” he smiled
    “No, don’t go!” I pleaded holding on to him tightly. No matter how tight I held on to him I knew he was going to disappear in a matter of seconds.
    “Mandy, Mandy!” he started repeating my name over and over. I looked up at him and he was beginning to fade away, I almost couldn’t even see him anymore.
    “Wait!” I cried.
    “Mandy!” my mothers call broke threw the last fading remains of my dream.
    “No!” I moaned. I was so angry and upset; I just wanted to just go off on her. Why! Why did she have to wake me up!
    “Come on get up, your dad is going to be here in two hours.”
    “Uhhhhh,” I sighed as I remembered that my dad was coming in two hours and that my mom had a reason to wake me.
    “Hurry u-
    “Ok, ok, I’m getting up!” I snapped.
    Once she left I laid there in my bed thinking about my dream over and over. This dream has been going on for a month now. I see him almost every night in my dreams, smiling, just staring at me. I have never actually made it all the way up to him until last night. He usually faded away before we were ever face to face. A chill ran down my back as I remembered his words, “I will be with u soon.” I began to wonder what this could possibly mean. Why was I dreaming about his? Out of all the weird things I could dream about why this? Why him? These were the questions that kept running threw my mind. This is the last week of freedom (summer vacation), I should be dreaming about the beach or even nightmares about 10th grade. Not this. I don’t have much of a complicated life, that part of my life is over or so I thought. I go to my dads on the weekend and I’m with my mom on the weekdays. Over summer the schedule changes a bit and I go to my dads for a week then with my mom for a week and it pretty much repeats after that until I start school again. My brother on the other hand lives with my dad and attends 11th grade at Summer Hill High. Everybody knows me as Nathan Emerson’s little sister. Freshmen year of high school and already almost everyone new me as the other Emerson. Amazingly my brother doesn’t mind, you would think that any brother would hate the fact that people new you had a younger sister who went to your high school but no not Nathan. Instead he does the exact opposite and even shows me off to his friends like I’m some kind of trophy. Sometimes I wish I could embarrass him, not to be mean to him but only because I don’t really like being the center of attention. I love to hang out with my friends and be crazy but I can also get really shy.
    Finally I was done packing and walked over to the pile of bags for my dad’s house and set down the last bag of my things. I sat down on my bed and stared impatiently at my cell phone. No missed calls from dad. “Come on dad hurry up.” I mumbled. I set down the phone and decided to turn on the radio. Maybe music will help the time pass. My bed began to vibrate and I new it had to be my dad.
    “Hey dad,” I said answering the phone.
    “Hey Mand, how did u know it was your old man?”
    “Caller ID ... and plus I knew you were going to be calling soon,” I stated.
    “Oh, okay, well I’m here hun”
    “Okay” I said as I closed my phone and shoved it into the pocket of my jeans.
    I all too quickly got up grabbing my bags and ended up stumbling out of my bedroom. My mom immediately put the dish down that she was washing in the kitchen near by and rushed over to help me. “oh god, your not even at your dads yet and I’ m already worried about you.” Her face was full was full of panic and stress so I new she was really serious.
    “Mom I’m fine, you know me.” I said trying to reassure her.
    She moved her mouth like she was about to say something but thought different and instead kissed me on my forehead and helped me get outside to my dads truck.
    “Come on lets get you to your dad in one peace.” She teased.
    I rolled my eyes at her playfully as I hitched one of my bags over my shoulder. When we got outside my dads truck was parked in front of our yard and he already had the passenger door open for me. “Hey dad!” I ran up to him giving him a huge bear hug.
    “Hey Mand,” he hugged me then helped my mom with my bags. “Hey how are you doing Emily?” he asked as he put the last bag into the truck.