A spin into the desert

“The boy stared deep into my eyes, as I stood there captivated. His pale blue eyes were like icy crystals. His skin looked so cold as he sat watching me from the tree” Willow’s been having these dreams for the past few days now. She’s unsure of what they could mean, but there’s no time to ponder on what they mean. Willow is moving miles away to attend the school her mom and Aunt Jess attended when they were younger. What lies in store for Willow? Friendship? Fear? Courage? Leadership? Failure? Or...?