User blog:123LoveLost/My new book Dream Sisters part one!!

Chapter One

I wipe the back of my greasy hand on my forehead and sigh. Is this worth it? My dad had asked my to change the oil in his car, Which I dumbly accepted for a measly five bucks. “Stephanie.” I cringe at the sound of my name, As I press my palms against the concrete wall and turn my head. I’m stunned as I see a girl. Glossy jet-black hair, thick orange glasses. I’ve seen this girl before, no doubt. My eyes widen. It couldn’t be her. Is it even possible to recall a girl that came from a dream?

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C-Can I help you?“ I stutter breathlessly. I had no idea what to expect. “Can you take me to your leader?” The girl tilts her head to the left. She legs short, And her soft freckles bring out her features. Her voice is unusually low, As if she had a cold. “Uh…I don’t seem to have one.” I bite my lip, Trying not to have a nervous break-down. She girl walks over and I flinch as she tugs on my red wool sweater. She pulls so hard that my sweater slips right off my body, And into her hands. Then she runs. And coming from a girl that has appeared in my dreams, I do not expect. “Hey!” I call. But she doesn’t turn back. ‘Does this mean I have to start running?’ I think to myself. But it’s too late. Because once she starts, She’s gone.

“Hello?!” I yelp. No answer. That girl sure is a fast runner. Suddenly, I hear a loud BANG! I jump, startled. Then I start fluffing my hair. I have a habit of doing this when I’m nervous. Fluff. Fluff. Fluff. ''Ahh. ''That’s better. Then I reluctantly remember a girl from a dream has stolen my wool sweater. I twitch my left eye. “My sweater!” I exclaim, Dashing towards the direction the mystery girl had went. I huff, Hoping I could catch up. My legs begin to tighten. I’m running out of energy. My cheeks feel warm, And I sub-consciously feel them to make sure they’re not on fire. ''Bark! Bark!'' I raise my eyebrow at the sound of barking. I’m terrified of dogs, And that’s all thanks to my bratty 17 year-old brother Blake. It’s a long story short. I don’t know any neighbourhood dogs except- ''Uh oh. ''I scream. “Ah! Get away from me, You…you…MUTT!” It was Gizmo, The tiny -but let’s face it- scary Chihuahua owned by my great uncle Gary. “ACK! Stop it!” I screech, feeling Gizmo’s sharp teeth nipping at my ankles. “NOT a good day to wear flip-flops.” I hear a teenage girl mumble as she walks past me with her group of girlfriends, Who, By the way, are now giggling at her obnoxious little joke. “GIZMO! HEAL!” Leslie, Uncle Gary’s wife, Comes charging at us in her brand new running shoes. She loves to exercise, And wearing running shoes everywhere-We’re talking even weddings- Does have some advantages. “I’m sorry, Annabelle.” Leslie says, Forcing a navy-blue leash onto a squirming Gizmo.

“Gizmo gets a little out of control sometimes.” “Yeah,” I pant, Still shaken with fear. “I can tell.” “I was taking him on a walk, When he somehow got off of his leash.” We both stare at Gizmo. “He’s a tough cookie.” “Well, Grandma Leslie, I better get going.” I back away slowly, Making sure Gizmo doesn’t get off his leash again. “See you later.” Then I jerk my shoulders forward and run as fast as I can. The last thing I need is to have another race with Gizmo. I didn’t know where to start looking for my sweater. She’s a strange girl who could be from another world, I don’t know if she can float, or fly or whatever.