crystal part three

My eyes quickly opened wide and watery as I sat up in less time as a blink. I was crying and tears came down to my cheek. My heart beaded rapidly like a humming birds. I really thought I knew the guy from the dream. My arms shivered as I held my body up from laying back down. After a second I realized the dream felt real; like if it really did happen. It was clear and i could even smell the scent of the rain.
I could hear my breath trying to calm down as i realized it was just a dream. I peaked out the glass wall and the sky was no longer bright, but it was the most beautiful sunset i could ever see. The orange and the yellow blend in perfectly fine, and there was no purple(so no pollution). Maybe I could go to the beach and see the sunset from closer; it will probably calm me down. My eyes glanced at the clothes i was wearing "I cant wear this to go to the beach. I better go change." I thought. I looked to the left towards my closet door: I jumped off the bed-letting the bottom part of the sandals touch the floor, started walking towards the closet and did the same thing I did when I entered my room. As I peaked into the closet, I saw that my closet was dark; I couldn't see anything in there. My hand reached to check if there was a light switch. Lucky me, there was one. After I could see what was in there, I realized how bright the closet was. Almost as big as my room. White marble tiles and white walls. Cloths hung from both walls- the one on the left and the right. There was a drawer in front of me against the wall that I would get to if I just headed forward. Over the drawer was a mirror about a meter long.
I started to walk in, and I headed towards the drawer. My fingers where starting to wrap around the handle and closed into a delicate fist. My hands shivered as I opened the first drawer. I still couldn't get the dream out of my head. Starting to look at the mirror, I wondered why none of the guys back in New York hadn't realized I even existed; I have big brown eyes tiger-like eyes, a nose as if it was surgical made by the best doctor, big naturally pink lips and long layered light-brown hair with natural blond highlights, but I could see fear in my eyes from the dream as the tears started to dry up on my cheek. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, my head tilted down to see what I could wear. "These shorts might look good." I wondered as I piked them up from the drawer. I did the same thing with a pink top that was folded under the shorts.
I quickly got dressed, and looked at the mirror again. Really, why didn't the guys even know I existed? Probably because I was too quiet and got straight A's. Its not that I was shy, I just couldn't trust anyone back there. If I don't trust someone, I wont talk to them. Besides, they where ether really stuck up or really strange and geeky. I wasn't ether one, so I wouldn't even think of being friends with them. I hope that in my new school, there's normal people.
"Susan, take your guitar up to your room right now!" My mom interrupted shouting from down stairs.
"Alright!" I shouted back so she could hear. I rapidly passed my fingers through my hair so it could look better.I couldn't stop looking at my reflection. Cousin Jane was right, I am self obsessive! Oh well, I guess I have to get used to it. I started to walk backwards heading out the door so that when I got out I would have already stopped looking at my reflection.
I stood outside my room now and I could see that there's a hall that heads to the stairs. I could just walk forward, and I would be on the stairs. There are doors to other rooms on the sides of the hall. My bathroom, my mom's and my dad's office are on the left side of the wall. My parents and the butler's room on the right. The tiles of the hall, white marble just like the ones of my closet. The walls, painted in a really light peach. I started to walk towards the stairs until my feet where at the border of the first step. The tiles of the stairs where also white, but in a different material as marble. The handlebar was made from an extremely polished iron, and under it was sort of like a culosh of many light-see through colors of glass for holding it up; well not really holding it up as much as decoration.
Starting to walk down the stairs, I could see my mom holding up my guitar in one hand and the other on her hip. I look just like her, according to everyone else except for me. Her whole expression was disappointed, but her eyes, which looked tired.
"It was your idea to have a road trip from New York all the way to California, and I was the one driving, so I don't want your things blocking my way, alright?" She complained tiredly. Shes only in a bad mood when shes tired; the rest of the time shes the most caring and happy person you could meet.
"Fine, I'll_"
" Hey everyone!" I herd my dad interrupt me, as the door closed behind him.What a relief; whenever my dads around, she gets in a very good mood. Mom gently put the guitar on the stairs as my dad wrapped his arms around her waste. She turned around still in his arms, and hugged him back. Dad looked huge compared to her. He's a tall, very muscular man. His blond, brushed to the side, hair fell over his forehead, as he tilted his head down to kiss her cheek. I made an inpatient face to show that I was uncomfortable at the moment, but my parents didn't pay any attention to me at that short moment. Well at least now that my mom is in a good mood, I can go to the beach.
I kept on walking down the stairs until I reached the bottom. I slightly moved to the left, so I could dodge my parents while they hugged as if they hadn't seen each other for months, but it was just like an hour or so. They always acted like that. The bottom floor is the den. The tiles are light brown marble, and the walls painted white except for one wall to the left that was also made out of glass, and just like my room, it has curtains, but inst aid of pink, they where white. A black leather couch placed against the glass wall and the wall in front of me. A forty inched plasma was hung on another wall in front of the couch. To the right side of the den, where two other black leather couches next to a bookshelf filled with books. in the middle of the den, is the double red-wood front door waiting to be opened so I could go out to the beach. I headed towards the door and opened it until my dad turned around, and asked something,"Where are you going?" He looked curious now. I faced my mom and she also had the same expression as my dad's. I really hoped that they would let me go. I needed to seriously calm down.
"Um... to... the...um...beach?" I surprisingly asked.
"Do you even know your way there?"
"I can ask for directions..." I advised myself.
"Alright, but don't get lost, and come back before seven." Dad commanded as I got out of the house, and closed the door behind me.
Looking back at my house, I realized that my house was the biggest one in my sight, except for our next-door neighbor's.

crystal part two

First day here and I already feel left out. I haven't even stepped into my room. Well I guess I should head right in. My hand placed on the doornob, and my bag in my other hand. I turned it, anxious to enter; waiting to see my room from the inside. Slightly opening the door and peaking my head in. My sight suddenly landed on every corner of the room, amused that I was going to be staying here. Wide eyed and mouth open was my reaction. Who was the master designer of this place? Oh yeah, silly of me to ask; it was my mom. The walls painted a bright pink except for one-the glass wall. The view was beautiful. I could see our big back yard, other houses, the palm tree forest and the amazing beach. It wouldn't be a problem if I didn't want any light to enter because there where curtains in the corner of the glass wall to cover it when I wanted. They where almost the same color as the walls but a little bit lighter. The floor was covered in a white rug that brightened the entire room. There was another rug that had a zebra design, but instead of black and white, it was black and pink under my bed on the right side of the room. The covers are really light-pink and furry as a bunny. The bed faced the thirty-two inched plasma placed on the wall closest to me to the right. Next to the bed was a little desk painted the same color as the covers.
To the left of my room was my piano against the concrete wall, and the glass one. next to the piano was a door that I guess would lead me to my closet.
My hand automatically opened, and I dropped the bag on the floor. I stepped right in, ran towards my bed, and jumped on it. It was so comfy, I just fell asleep.
The dream I had was something that I would fear for a long time.
My elbows placed on an open window and I was looking at a man next door with his elbows on a silver Lamborghini. I really couldn't see his features because it was to dark out and besides, it was raining; all I could see of him was that his wet hair covered his eyebrows so it was harder to see the expression. I felt I knew this guy so I was worried of what he was going to do. Suddenly a white flash of light covered my sight, and after a second that that felt longer, Iwas some where else.

I knelled on wet mud staining my favorite PJ's that I didn't noticed I had on. I hid behind some bushes that where the borders of a hotel parking lot and the palm tree forest. I peaked through them and saw that two men where standing face to face next to their cars. The man I had seen before was to the right and another man to the left next to a red Ferrari. I couldn't see him well ether. Both men, about two meters away from each other. The guy on the left started to say something.

"Where is the stone?" he asked confidently and exited.

The man next to the Lamborghini looked down and slightly answered," I... I don't... have it." his voice sounded broken as if he was about to cry in fear. I also suddenly felt fear too; as if I knew what was going to happen, but I really didn't know.

" What do you mean you don't have it?" the other man answered now sounding disappointed. The man next to him hadn't answerd, just kept on looking down, You know exactly what will happen now, right, Jay?" Jay only nodded lightly. I think I knew what was going to happen now; he was going to... kill Jay.... only for a stone? I didn't get it, but I started to shake as the man was getting close to Jay. No! he couldn't!

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crystal (THIS IS TOTALY FICTION)

I'd never think i'd ever be in this position in life, where my only goal is saving the life of the one I mostly feared. It's not an obligation, I just cant let him get hurt because of me; besides, what would Derek think if his dad died, and if I didn't help save him. It would be disappointing, but not only that, he was probably the adult I mostly trusted. I have to get myself out of this situation, but how?

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