• Eva lay in her bed staring at her ceiling. She let her tears pour out of her. She felt like she was falling apart. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her.

    She had woken up this morning with the perfect high school life. But now she was going to sleep with that life in pieces. And to boot she was now seeing the little girl from her dreams in real life. She fell asleep with these thoughts running around and around her mind.

    As Eva lay sleeping. The little girl reached a small hand out and brushed the tears away.

    Eva saw the little girl with the flame red hair walking toward her. The little girl got close to her and pointed at something behind Eva. This time Eva didn’t try comfort the child. She just turned and looked behind her. As she turned she saw shadowed figures standing there. She couldn’t tell who they where.

    Then the dream faded. But she didn’t wake up. She just got thrown into another dream.

    She was standing in front of a full length mirror. It was an old mirror. Its backing was cracked and faded. Her image was distorted. But she still shone like a light through the darkness. Then when she looked down at where her heart was on the mirror. A hole was punched through the mirror and crakes speared like spider webs across the mirror. Then the mirror started to fall apart piece by piece. The pieces fell to the ground.

    Eva woke up in a cold sweat. She heard a buzzing that wasn’t her alarm clock. After a minute Eva realized that it was her phone. “Yeah?” she asked sleepily.

    “Hey Eva, it’s me” Marie’s voice came over the phone.

    Eva sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “What do you want Marie?” she asked.

    Marie was quite for a moment, “I just wanted to see how you where. You left the party early so I was worried. So what happened?” Marie sounded concerned.

    “I’m fine. I just felt a little sick. It was probably the meat ball sub I had for lunch yesterday,” she laughed. She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

    “Ok, I was just a little worried.” Eva rolled her eyes. “So what do you have plan for today?” Marie asked she sounded like she had a plan.

    Eva rolled her eyes, “What are you planning in that mind of yours?” Eva asked as she pulled her self out of bed.

    “You got me! Ok I was thinking that you and I should go out. So what do you think?” Marie asked with a hope laden voice.

    Eva rolled her eyes, “ok…so where are we going?” she asked.

    “Oh goody,” she cried out in joy. Eva could just see Marie jumping up and down. “I was thinking the mall then a movie.” Marie said. Eva rolled her eyes as she pulled her self out of bed.

    “Ok…so when will you pick me up?” She walked over to her dresser. “And who is all going out?” She asked.

    “It’s just me, you, and my mom. Total girl’s day out…” She passed as if she hadn’t worked out the time until just now. “How about around noon then we can have lunch. And then we can mall crawl and then catch a movie. So how dose that sound?”

    Eva looked at the clock it read 10:10 am. “Ok that sounds good see you then.” She replied.

    “Ok see ya then. BYE.” Marie hung up the phone.

    Eva pulled out a pair of old kaki cargo pants. They had a bunch of patches from all the state she had ever been to sown on to them. She grabbed a blue and green tie die shirt that had been died to look like the world in the center. And then she grabbed her purple hoodie that read on the back ‘one world only’.

    She took a quick shower and put on her clothes. She just put on some lip gloss. Then she looked up at the clock on the wall. It read 11: 50. She had to move. She wrote a quick note for her mom saying she was heading out with Marie and her mother. She creped into her mother’s room and put the note on her nightstand. Her mother was passed out in her bed.

    As she was about to exit the house her cell phone rang. Eva answered it. “I’m coming out now.”

    “Ok,” Marie replied. “This is going to be so much fun.” Marie screamed into Eva’s ear.

    Eva walked down the walk and out to the waiting bright pink van. She got in on the passenger side door. “Thanks, Miss. Turner. I was a little board.”

    “Not at all Eva you know I think of you as my own daughter.” Miss. Turner replied as she started the van down the street. Miss. Turner was Marie’s mother. And she looked like an older version of Marie minus the wildly died hair. They had the same hazel eyes. And the same skin tone. Miss Turner had dishwater blond hair.