A lady holding a baby walked towards a large cave with a man. The lady was dressed in something that made her look like Princess Jasmine from Disney's Aladdin. Even her long, thick, blonde hair was pulled back into a similar hair do.
The man, her husband, was dressed similarly, his short, black hair blowing in the wind. The lady was whispering something to the child as they walked.
"We have to go away now." the lady whispered. The threesome reached the cave and turned to look at the cast plain that they had just walked across. They looked sad and waved to nothing. The view of them shifted, like a camera zooming out.
I woke with a start. It had all been a dream, and yet, it seemed so familiar. I was quite sure that I'm never seen any of the dream before. I put a hand to my forehead to check my temperature. Normal.
Oh well, I though, pulling myself to my feet. I dressed, had breakfast, brushed my teeth and hair, and longer onto the Internet with my laptop. It was midsummer, so I didn't expect anyone to be home until 3:00 PM, because of camps and carpooling. It was non when I logged off the Internet and flopped down on my bed to read.
The door bell rang and I put down my book. Annoyed, I ran to the door of my bedroom, out into the carpeted hallway, and down the main steps, to the door. And they were just about to figure out who the murderer was! I thought. I peeked through the window on the side of the door.
The visitors were two teenage boys wearing semiformal outfits. That's strange, I thought, We aren't supposed to have company, let alone visitors that appear to be teenage boys. I turned the lock and forced the stubborn door open.
"Hi, can I help you?" I asked politely.
"That depends." one of the boys said. "Are you Serra Erica Faeria?"
Before answering, I looked both boys over. The one who had asked the question was the taller of the two. He had dark black hair that was cut short. The boy had dark green eyes and his expression was serious and focused. The other boy was quite different. He had dirty blonde hair with a slight tint of light red in it. His hair was cut shorter than the first boy's hair and his eyes were a bright blue. The boy's face held an expression of happiness and he looked perky.
"Yeah, I'm Serra. Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Alex," the black haired boy said, "and this is Tom."
"Uhm, hi. If you're selling something-" I started.
"We aren't sales people. Let us inside, we'll explain what we're doing here to you there." interrupted Alex.
"No thanks, bye now." I said as I closed the door. Alex put his hand against the door and pushed the door open a bit. "Hey!"
"I don't think you understood. That wasn't a request." he stated. I tried to shut the door but Alex kept the door in the same position. Then, Alex began to open the door, against my full strength of resistance.
I gasped and ran for the door to the deck. I fumbled with the lock and whipped open the door. I was half way across the deck, when a firm grip took hold of my arm.
"Let me go!" I shouted, struggling to get free.
"Calm down. We're not going to hurt you." Alex assured.
"Let me go!" I repeated, pounding on the hand that held me fast.
"Oh brother. Look, I can just stand here all day and wait for you to wear out, but things would be easier on you if you'd just calm down now." Alex sighed. I knew that he was right, so I decided to save my strength and try to get away later.
"So let me go! I'm going to move if I feel like you're dragging me." I demanded. Alex moved so that he was blocking my escape and let go of my arm. "Thank you!"
I walked back inside, to where Tom was waiting. On the floor, next to the kitchen table, were three, large duffel bags. They must either plan on staying here, killing me and moving on or taking me with them. I concluded.
"Hi." Tom said cheerfully. "Sorry we had to surprise you like this, but it was absolutely necessary."
"Oh yeah, why?" I demanded, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Because... Uhm, I don't know think I'm allowed to say." Tom started.
"You're right, you aren't allowed to tell her that." Alex said as he closed and locked the door to the deck.
"Okay, well, I thought you were going to explain what you're doing here." I said.
"I lied." Alex replied.