ᵘⁿᵗⁱᵗˡᵉᵈ story ♡︎ chapter ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ I thought yesterday would never end. It's not my birthday anymore. What a relief. I grab the book my brother gave me yesterday Off of the side table next to my bed and I begin to read. Nothing is better than waking up, Grabbing a book, And just reading. AS SOON AS YOU WAKE UP Because ten minutes after you wake up does not hit the same So far, the book is about a girl, her name is Isabel. Oh! And there's this kid, his name is Samuel, who sounds REALLY cute. They have magical powers, but none of them know that the other one has them because they don't even know they exist. They think they're special. One of a kind, y'know? I look over at my rose. It's doing better. It's redder. I touch it. It feels nice, the petals are so smooth. But something feels weird. I can't put my finger on it, but I think it's coming from me. But, no. It can't be, right? Wait- Am I still asleep? I pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. Nope, I’m awake. Then the realization hits me. I laugh at myself for thinking I could be like Isabel, and I get up from my bed to go to the kitchen to eat leftover food from yesterday's party. I'm halfway to the door when something catches my eye. I turn back, and what I see makes me wonder if i'm still dreaming. Yes, I pinched myself, but sometimes in my dreams I can feel myself pinching my arm. The flower. Not only is it even more redder than it was a couple of seconds ago, there are at least five more flowers in the vase. I freak out. I rush over to the vase and gather the five new roses. I stuff them into my sweater-- yes, I slept with a sweater. IT WAS COLD, OKAY?-- and run to the door. I run outside and to the giant garbage can. I dump them into the garbage can and take some deep breaths. What's wrong with me? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I get back to the kitchen, and my dad comes out from his room yawning. "Ay, good morning, Gabby." I manage to force a smile. "Hi. Morning." Just when my dad was about to sit down on the couch and watch some Soccer (I think his team is losing), My mom comes bursting out of my brothers room, Still in her robe, With glossy eyes. My dad and I look over at her. My mom begins to sob. (A/n: hehe cry me a river) My dad rushes over to her side and Brings her over to the couch. “I can’t find Max anywhere,” She barely manages to say. “I checked everywhere! Outside, in the bathroom, down by the park.. But I couldn’t find him anywhere.” When she finally finishes telling us, I don’t breathe. Or, more specifically, I forgot to. The only thing I can hear Is my heartbeat, And the gentle cries coming from my mom. “Well,” my dad says quietly. “Quite a way to begin the day.”
