My Moon

I woke up in a panic, screaming, and kicking. "It's just a dream." I would tell myself. But the worst they became , the realer they felt. Just as I got out of bed, my father busted into the room. With his bat. "What the HELL, Vic are you okay?" he snapped, looking around the room, my mother right behind him. "I'm fine Dad, just another nightmare," I said, breathing heavy looking at the clock, it was 4:12. My parents had to work at 7:00." Go back to bed." He hesitated, then looked me over again before going to bed."Both of you." I said as my mother hovered over the door. Walking up to me, she kissed me on the forehead. "Goodnight, Vic." She said, before disappearing down the hallway into her room, closing the door behind her. There was no use going back to my bed, so I took a shower. When I got out, I got dressed in a t-shirt, and shorts. Putting my light brown hair into messy bun, I padded downstairs. Putting on my shoes, I wrote a letter to my parents telling them that I was going running. Grabbing my bag, I threw in a water bottle, apple and headed outside, feeling the cool breeze on my face, I felt better. I started jogging to the park on 3rd Street, it was a place me and my sister, Teri, used to go before she passed away. It was a 3 month's ago, we are still grieving, but it's getting better. When I got to the park, I plopped myself onto the nearest bench. Drinking my water and eating my apple greedily, I wiped the sweat collecting on my brow. I felt like I was being watched, turning behind me I saw a group of people standing under a big tree, looking at me. INTENSIVELY. They looked around my age, dressed in running gear like me. I couldn't really see their faces, but I knew there was six of them, two boys, and four girls. I looked them over, not seeming like a threat, I waved at them. Really Vic, I said in my head, cringing at my action. Feeling my cheeks heat up, I lowered my hand quickly tossing my bottle in my bag. Standing up, I threw my half eaten apple in the trash. Still feeling their gaze on me, I began running all the way back home. Later that Saturday evening, it was just me and my dog George. My Dad and Mom had gone to work by the time I came back. Sitting on the couch watching Shane Dawson, George lay sprawled out on my belly." George, you asleep?", I asked lifting up his little ears. He growled slightly, but stayed put. George is a white mountain husky, I got him as a Christmas gift from my parents when I was eleven. As I began to rub his belly, I thought about that group in the park. Was something wrong with me, I asked myself. Looking at the clock hang on the wall, I checked the time. My face filled with dread, I was supposed to meet my friends at the mall for school outfit shopping at 1:00. IT WAS 2:30. I lifted up my dogs head from my lap and placed it on the couch. Rushing to my bag, I began searching for my phone. It wasn't there. I searched in my bag one more time before I looked around the house, it was nowhere to be seen. I rushed to the house phone and began dialing my number, hearing the familiar ring, I sighed in relief. Following the sound lead me right to MY FRONT DOOR!? Slowly, I opened my door to find my ringing phone taped on the door. A/C: Hey Guys, I really hope you like it. Tell me what you think of it so far? I'd really like to get your opinions. : ) Please follow and comment, and I'll try to update more regularly!! Love ya guys, Byyyyyeeee