Reverie - Chapter 9

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_______________________________________ Links! _______________________________________ Next: To be decided, ehehehehe Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/823254216/ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/807623373/ ________________________________________ ˜”*°•.˜”*°• Start of chapter •°*”˜.•°*”˜ That night, Sophia made homemade Mac N' Cheese for dinner, which Jake enjoyed. Afterwards, she headed straight to bed, enjoying how comfortable it was. The moment she closed her eyes, she started to dream about the past. Sophia was a baby again. She was sitting in the grass near a picnic table, trying to reach down to pluck a dandelion. But before she could, her sister with bright blond hair and amber eyes swept forward, grabbing the dandelion and holding it up proudly, startling Sophia. "Don't worry, Fi!" she said, grinning and passing the dandelion over to Sophia. "I got it for you! Ooh--Harper, wait for me!" Sophia turned her head, clutching the dandelion close to her fist as she watched her sister rush over to a brown-haired, brown-eyed girl who was bending down to grab a beetle. "Amber," Sophia whispered, stumbling to her feet and trying to move towards her sisters. But she stopped a second later when the dandelion swept out of her hands, dancing on the breeze towards a dark place. /Dandelion, no../, Sophia thought, upset. She glanced over at her sisters before stumbling towards the dark. Once she found the dandelion, she bent down to grab it, only to find herself pinned back, swept off her feet. Sophia shrieked. And suddenly, she found herself in a different place, now five. She was standing all alone on a playground, clutching a dandelion in her hands. Her dirty-blond hair was pulled back into a short braid, and she was wearing a pretty little dress. "Sophia," said a sharp voice suddenly, and Sophia turned, her heart clenching painfully when she saw the person looming over her. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "But I don't want to do this anymore. It hurts." "You don't have a choice." "But--" Sophia cringed back, and suddenly she was older, twelve. "Stop it!" she was screaming, crouching down with her head buried in her knees, arms encircling her legs. "I just want to go back home!" Pain suddenly seized her chest, and she fell on her side, her eyes closing shut. When she opened them, she saw the dandelion, so far yet so close. Trembling, she reached for it. As she touched the petals with the tips of her fingers, a jolt went through her, and she whispered, "Help me...Amber...Harper." And then she woke up. ˜”*°•.˜”*°• End of Chapter •°*”˜.•°*”˜