Chapitre 3: Dreamer
Then I was freefalling.
Thud.
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'Ouch, that's going to leave a mark.'
Cocooned in the bed covers, my eyes opened to view my bedroom's cream-carpeted floor.
Whining aloud, I wrestled out of the warm bed sheets. My heart was still beating fast, reeling from the dream; it stirred feelings of familiarity.
Three times this week, he has haunted my dreams. He is a stranger I have never met and will probably never meet, yet…
′Yet what?′ the thought intruded my brain before I could stop it.
Shaking my head cleared the unsettled thoughts and feelings. And yet, I am terrified by the fear of rejection, of hurting.
Throwing the covers back to the bed, I glanced at the bedside clock, 6:27 am. The light of dawn barely lit the room. I clicked off the alarm; there was no point in returning to sleep now.
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It's just another Thursday—a school morning full of routine. At least Easter break was close.
I knocked on my brother's door.
"Come on, Alex. Time to get up," I half-shouted through the white door.
A rustling of covers and a quiet groan was my reply.
Turning into the bathroom, I caught my forest green eyes in my reflection and paused. Taking in the pale face I know so well, cheeks flushed with a red tinge.
I often wished to look different, as most young girls do—sharp cheekbones instead of my rounder face. But then again, my friends did say I was blessed with dimples, even if it was just one on the left.
I smiled at fond memories of my friends. I took in the lengthy blonde hair that was desperate for a cut.
′Yeah, still a copy of my dad.′
A now wistful smile graced my face. A knocking on the bathroom door, bursting the daydream I had put myself in.
"Hurry up, Lexi!" Alex whined shortly after. "I really need to go!"
Taking a small step back, with the water still running, I spoke aloud, "Hm, is that water I hear?"
"Stop it!" Now exasperated.
Chuckling, I shut off the tap and opened the door as slowly as possible.
"What's the matter-?" Before I could finish my teasing remark, he pulled me out of the way and slammed it shut. I only got a glimpse of the top of his dark blonde mop.
'Rude.'
I started to walk back to my room to change from my pink pyjamas.
"Hey!" Alex shouted from down the hall, "When's Mum back?" he questioned.
Pausing with my door open, I looked back towards the bathroom, where his head stuck out.
"Probably after we leave. Make sure to stay quiet when you get home," I replied, leaning into the door frame.
He nodded and vanished into the bathroom, my eyes following his hair, and I heard the shower turn on. Damn it, Alex.
"You better be quick in there!" annoyance is clearly in my voice.
I heard a faint reply of 'yeah, yeah.' back.
Our mum was due back from a 2-day trip. She worked as an Executive Assistant. So sometimes it was just my brother and me in the house.
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At 7:32 am, Alex decided to come downstairs—racing into the kitchen, hair slightly wet, dressed and hungry.
"Breakfast?" he asked, seemingly out of breath.
"Toaster," I retorted just as it pinged up, "We still have some time."
I resumed my admiration of Sooty on the table. He chattered at the birds eating seeds from the feeders in the shade of an apple tree.
I get up from the chair, polish off an Earl Grey tea and place it into the sink. I glowered at my brother, eyebrows pinching together as he nearly inhaled the pop-tarts.
Leisurely, I walk to the bottom of the stairs and put on my shoes. I looked through both of our backpacks, and I checked that I had everything. Books, pens, pencils, planner, money for lunch, my phone…
"Oh shit," I mumbled; how could a teenager forget their phone?
Groaning, I took the steps two at a time to my bedroom. As I picked up the mobile, it vibrated—a message from Quinn to the group chat.
A photo of a familiar house with a 'for sale' sign. It was just down the street from me. The caption read, 'Ding dong, bitch be gone!'
I let out a chuckle; it was the Mants' house. I knew from my mum that their grandmother was struggling with her health. No doubt the house will be snapped up quickly. Near a school, quiet neighbourhood. Well, as silent as could get with supernaturals around.
I checked the time and pocketed my phone while wandering back down the bottom of the stairs, where Alex was putting on his shoes.
"Have you got everything?" I asked.
He looked over his shoulder at me and nodded, still chewing his breakfast.
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We vacated the house, and while double-checking the lock, I informed Alex, "The Mants' house is up for sale."
"Oh yeah! New neighbours soon then," he uttered, looking down to their house as he opened the passenger door of my red Yaris.
As I climbed into the driver's side, I noticed Megan Mants leaving her house with the bright red 'For sale' sign out front.
She was a typical teenager, 17 years old, the same as me, but I tended to avoid her and her friends. Although, when she picked on my brother, she got what was coming to her.
It was all Quinns idea…but it was a good one.
Since then, it felt like she was suspicious of us.
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As witches, we try to keep on the downlow. Misinformation and fearmongering spread quicker than a flame, creating witch hunts and trials and killing many innocent people.
Humans knew of our existence, as well as other 'fairytale' beings, but a fear of things that are different. Fear of something stronger than you and often they seek out supernaturals. They go looking for trouble with the werewolves and vampires around – who wouldn't want strength or to live forever?
Making new supernaturals is more complex than a scratch or a bite or picking up a wand like in the movies, another reason for witches to stay hidden.
Now, the fae… They loved to torment and mess around with humans…
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From beside me, my brother groaned, putting a hand to his face.
"What? Don't tell me I need to turn around," I asked playfully.
"No," he replied, "I just remembered I have maths this morning."
I laughed wholeheartedly at him as we drove past Megan.
'Should have driven into the puddle, Lexi.'
Another opportunity missed.
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