I feel like writing something scary for once. >D Okay I have to admit, it isn't that scary. :P It has many monsters, though. But it's not Twilight-based, so don't worry. xD
"Good night." My mother said softly, kissing me on the cheek. "Beware of monsters." She joked, shutting the door behind her. But I could see a serious look in her eyes, or was it my imagination? I shook that thought out of my head and put my head back on the pillow, thinking about what had happened today. The festival, how wonderful it was! To some people festivals aren't so fun like it was to me, but I didn't care. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'm 15 already, and I still find these festivals fun. Call me crazy if you want, but i'm just being me. I hadn't realized that I was smiling, looking up at the ceiling.
I closed my eyes, still smiling, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep. I don't know why, but sometimes I have these dreams about me doing crazy things. Like one time I refused to go in the pool because I thought I would drown. Or was it something else? I can't really remember. But it's not that important. Or at least I think so. But now I was sleeping deeply, having another odd dream.
"Stay away." My mother hissed, fighting with a man. I was staring at them in my dream, not knowing what to do. Her arms were constantly pushing and punching him, I don't know why she was fighting. Then he tackled her, and for some reason I felt a sense of terrible fear overwhelm me. My face was horror struck. My mom wasn't gasping for air, though. He was holding her neck, didn't she need air?
But like my dreams always do, it switched into my mom beating up the man, and then we were suddenly at the festival again. I was staring at my cotton candy, and I had it stuck all over my fingers. My mom was ordering some cotton candy for herself, too, and I found myself sticking my finger and eating my cotton candy. But it didn't taste wonderful, it never did. Like all food did to me. I don't know if it's because I have a problem, but no food taste good.
Then my dream switched again, to me beating up my cotton candy cone because it was some monster. How weird. I was tearing at it and for some reason instead of my mom my dad was there, and he was shouting, "Go Mets! You can win this Mets!" And he was staring directly at me. But of course in dreams you don't really notice things and go with the flow, so I just smiled and continued beating up the cone.
Then I felt a pain in my arm, and my dream immediately ended. "What was that for?" I yelled, noticing my little brother, who had pinched me on the arm. He glared at me, and pinched me again, causing me to let out a small scream. "Ouch cut that out already!" I yelled, picking him up and placing him down.
"You need to wake up stupid." He said in his child voice, he was only 7. "Mom has got breakfast for us." But everyone in my family knew how much I disliked food, I don't really like eating. Thats why i'm pretty skinny. But I eat sometimes, food isn't that bad. But for some reason I never get hungry either, not just food not tasting good. It's really odd. And then I remembered something, tomorrow is my 16th birthday.