With hair the color of honey wheat and pale blue eyes, she of course fell in the "popular" group. As she walked out of the lab, our eyes met. I slowly pulled my hands from my pockets. Unsure of my next move, I reached tentatively for her hand. This was a first for us, and I wasn't sure if she would actually recognize our growing affection in front of the judgmental eyes of our peers. Jenna, as always, could read my thoughts, and warmly laced her fingers through mine.
I continued my walk down the hallway, this time with Jenna by my side and my head held high. I didn't feel the need to avert my eyes when challenged by the questioning looks of others. I smiled, as if I knew a secret that I had not yet shared with the world. My smile widened when I realized this was actually true. Jenna and I did have a secret. One that would amaze those willing to believe us. Together, we had fought the impossible. And to think, it had all started with a dream.
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Jenna woke up gasping for air, her hair sweaty and muscles trembling. She had drifted off to sleep amidst a raging spring storm and guessed that the crash of thunder and steaks of lightening had somehow fueled the nightmare. Although really, nightmare wasn't exactly how she would describe the experience. More like a vivid and fevered dream, mixing anger and passion, and something else that she couldn't quite name. She puzzled for a few moments and the word magic forced its way through her consciousness. Yes, she thought to herself, that is exactly how she would summarize the experience.
She closed her eyes, recalling the damp air in her dream, how it swirled around her and lifted her high in the air with it's power and might. Entrapped in a tornado of wind, she could see for miles, and in the distance a battle was waging across a field of bright red poppies. Or at least, she thought they were bright red. She suddenly had a feeling of intense dread, realizing now the field was likely bathed in blood from those she had seen fighting in the distance.
As she gazed across the battle field she had thought she heard her name whispered in the breeze. She willed herself to turn and her gaze settled on a bright, translucent light off in the distance. She heard her name whispered again and knew for sure it was coming from that direction. She remembered feeling intensely afraid of the light, even more so than the battle of creatures she could not identify, which was strange.
Jenna took a deep breath and pulled out her ipod,hoping to find something to lure her back to sleep. Lately dreams like this had been a nightly occurrence and she was exhausted
I continued my walk down the hallway, this time with Jenna by my side and my head held high. I didn't feel the need to avert my eyes when challenged by the questioning looks of others. I smiled, as if I knew a secret that I had not yet shared with the world. My smile widened when I realized this was actually true. Jenna and I did have a secret. One that would amaze those willing to believe us. Together, we had fought the impossible. And to think, it had all started with a dream.
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Jenna woke up gasping for air, her hair sweaty and muscles trembling. She had drifted off to sleep amidst a raging spring storm and guessed that the crash of thunder and steaks of lightening had somehow fueled the nightmare. Although really, nightmare wasn't exactly how she would describe the experience. More like a vivid and fevered dream, mixing anger and passion, and something else that she couldn't quite name. She puzzled for a few moments and the word magic forced its way through her consciousness. Yes, she thought to herself, that is exactly how she would summarize the experience.
She closed her eyes, recalling the damp air in her dream, how it swirled around her and lifted her high in the air with it's power and might. Entrapped in a tornado of wind, she could see for miles, and in the distance a battle was waging across a field of bright red poppies. Or at least, she thought they were bright red. She suddenly had a feeling of intense dread, realizing now the field was likely bathed in blood from those she had seen fighting in the distance.
As she gazed across the battle field she had thought she heard her name whispered in the breeze. She willed herself to turn and her gaze settled on a bright, translucent light off in the distance. She heard her name whispered again and knew for sure it was coming from that direction. She remembered feeling intensely afraid of the light, even more so than the battle of creatures she could not identify, which was strange.
Jenna took a deep breath and pulled out her ipod,hoping to find something to lure her back to sleep. Lately dreams like this had been a nightly occurrence and she was exhausted
