-3 weeks before the dreams started-
“Mom I’m ready for school!” I screamed up to her from the bottom of the stairs. She sprinted smiling happily.
“My baby is starting her first day of being a high school Senior, I’m so proud of you baby!” she squealed before hugging me tightly, keeping me from heading off to the bus. The first day was different, everyone looked different, everyone looked older.
“Miss Lockwood, please report to the office for your school I.D.,” a teacher said walking past me, dazed by the clipboard she held in her hand. I sauntered over to the secretary for my I.D. and noticed an aura flourishing around my body.
“Sorry about that Lucille, the photographer messed up your photo.”
“It’s fine Ms. Frank, doesn’t look too bad, it actually looks really pretty.” I stared at the photo then noticed a face inside the aura. “Odd…”
“What was that Lucille?”
“Oh, nothing thank you, Ms. Frank.” I graced my way from the secretary down to first hour, history. In my first hour was my best friend Luke, he had dirty blonde hair and a smile that lightened the room. But every time he opened his mouth, it killed everyone.
“Lucy! My man, how’s it going, still daunting over that sex machine Chase?”
“Shut up Luke, you’re still sucking your own c***.”
“True, but how you two doing? You still together?”
“No, he broke up with me because his mom said I wasn’t a pure breed.”
“Wait, she’s comparing you to a dog?”
The teacher walked in, slamming the door shut making it so everyone glanced that direction shook. “Sit down in your chairs before I do something I don’t want to do!”
Luke whispered “He’s just upset because he doesn’t have anyone to make him hard.” everyone that surrounded us snickered, getting glares from the teacher.

The school was different that year, the teachers treated everyone differently, and Luke was even sicker than the year before. “Luke, would you accompany me at Denali’s Cafe for a friendly lunch?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” we raced down to the corner, laughing before we noticed something odd. A boy with a flamed hood staring at us, Luke noticed him first. His face was partially covered by the hood that dropped over head creating a dark shadow, all you could see was his eyes and part of the tattoo that seemed to cover his face. His eyes looked to be a golden yellow, and the tattoo was part of a wing, that looked to appear from a bird of some sort. “Luce, stop staring and keep moving. You don’t know what he wants from you.”
“Alright.” Luke wrapped his arm tightly around my body, protectively, everything changing into a more serious mood. He was scared, afraid of what might happen if the hooded man were to encounter us. Luke directed me to our left, avoiding the guy who stared us down. “Do you think he was going to hurt us?” I asked him,
“Who knows, but I’m not going to find out, I’m not taking chances.”

The next day we didn’t see the man again, we wandered down the sidewalk we took yesterday down to Luke’s house. “Guess what?” Luke asked, looking enthusiastic.
“What?” I replied.
“I got a new video game!” he bounced around like a puppy who was excited because it received a brand-new toy it could mess around with. “It came out last year and my mom finally found the time to get it for me!”
“That’s awesome, aren’t you going to play it?”
“Yeah, that’s the reason why I asked for you to come over to my place…” he started off, breaking his enthusiastic state into a calm and poetic gesture. “I was hoping that you would have the honors of playing with me?” he asked, looking at me with a scared, yet gentle look. A look a boy gets when he first asks the girl he’s been passionate about loving for his entire life to have the honor of going on a date.
“You sound like a boy asking out his first crush,” I told him, trying not to laugh, then a look of disappointment faded upon his face. Turning red, feeling rejected his attitude changed,

“N-no, I’m simply just asking you to play a game… it’s not like that at all!” his breathing got shallow, his face turning a darker shade of red. “You don’t have to play, I mean you don’t even have t-”

I interrupted, “You like me, don’t you?” he turned away from me starting to panic.

“N-no, just I- SO WHAT I DO OK! A BOY ISN’T ALLOWED TO LIKE A GIRL!” it gradually got worse, then minutes passed and it lightened up again. “It’s just yesterday when that guy was there staring at you, it made me feel like I needed to do something to protect you. That’s why I wrapped my arm around you, for protection. I didn’t want anything to happen to you, it’s stupid I know and I’m a bastard, but I just don’t want to see you go.” he looked at me, his blue eyes shining at me like diamonds.

“Luke, I’m sorry, but I don’t like you like that…” I turned away, afraid to look at him and the rejection I stabbed into his heart. “Maybe I should just go.” I sprinted out of the room, and out of the house, getting away from the awkward situation. I left him there, hurt, and disappointed, I couldn’t face him tomorrow, not after the pain I just stabbed him with.