Chapter One: Unchangeing dreams

I woke up last night with the sun shining through the soft white curtain in my room right beside my bed. I woke that way the night before, and the night before, and the night before that one. This night thought, it was still dark. I step out of bed. I stand and walk over towards the door, and I turn slightly to the wooden hook on my white wall that holds my black Lacey bathrobe, Wich I take, and put on then reach for the silver door knob witch leads from my room to the right there are stairs Wich I softly walk down.I only walk quietly so I don't wake my mother and little brother.My brother just turned 2 and my mother was left alone to watch me and my sibling as my father is off fighting in war.I turn yet again to my right, and open the front door that leads to the outside. I walk out the door a sit on the wooden bench swing, we have on our front porch. As I swing I think of all of the people who died in war, and all who will. I think of all of the sick people, and then of my father. My father, who so bravely went to war, even if it meant his death.He told me not to fear death, For death is a part of life, some die young, and some die old, but exactly when the time I'd right.He said,"If God wants me back, then I will be back, and be with you your brother and your mother.We can live our lives, but if I don't return.I need you to know that I love and your mother and brother more than anything."Then he simply walked throught the door and went on the plane.My mother cried and so did my brother.But I didnt, because guess what.My father told me to be strong. He told my to stay brave, for them for him for love. So that's what I did, what I'm doing. I'm staying brave, for my family. Because for love, I'll do almost anything for. Even if it herts. Yes, love can hert but it always is worth it, no matter what.I love my family, but I have never been in love before. The difference between loveing somebody, and being I'm love, is that being in love is sexually and ramantic, and loving someone, is sweet and innocent. Both unavoidable.You cannot choose who you fall in love with or who you love. And that is the similarity between the two.For there are two types of love, both very different.I've always hoped that one day I'll fall in love, and that man of whom I choose, would love me back, just as much, or more than I ever do, and will. But you cannot force love onto someone, for loving someone is always free will.You can pretend to love someone, but that's not the same thing you can think that you love someone, but that's what the same thing either. I smile at myself, and shiver as the wind blows. The sun starts to come up, so I decide to head back up the stairs.So I quietly get up, and Open the door, go up the stairs, and into bed.

Finally, after a long night of tossing and turning, I wake gasping. I dreamt a dream of Wich I have dreamt many nights before, and ever since. In my dream, I run throught town away from someone, and it always ends with me running into a man. I never see his face, not before tonight Wich is why I woke up gasping. His face is SO beautiful. His hair, black and silky his eyes black, deeper than tunels.His eyes make you see death. War. It makes you see fear. I am going to that same town today as I go every week to buy food. I glance at the mirror, I am tall and slender, busty, and have long wavy golden hair. My eyes are green a shade of the trees, bright and beautiful. My mother always says I look like a supermodel. I toss on my green plad trench coat that mother says brings out my eyes. My hair has two front strands of hair that meet in a ponytail in the back. My golden hair is next to me on both sides. My mind can only think of the dream, the dream unchangeing before tonight. The man's face so beautiful, so terrible. I head out the door and toards town. I look back at my small red house,old and falling apart. The outside has a fence to hold the animals. Our 3 chickens, 1 horse, and 1 cow. The horse is brown and big. It is also old and ragged. Once a month, mother tells me to go into town on horse, and sell the eggs and milk. I normally return with around 27 dollars. The small town people don't have much money. Most of everyone has animals, so don't need eggs, or milk. I continue down the road, past the Willow trees, over the old stone bridge, over a hill, and past some farms. Finally I arrive. The stands run all along the street, houses in the background. Today I'm not going to let some stupid dream ruin my day. today is a good day. I walk up to a few stands and for 3 dollars buy 2 loafs and as I continue walking I see a stand that has small trinkets 3 other people were busy looking at them. I walk over and star to look. All very expensive. Suddenly I see a beautiful necklace that looks almost exactly like a necklace I used to have, the one my father gave to me right before he left. But thievery happens so much in this world, as it was riped off my neck. I need it, I need to as a reminder of him. I need it because I'm selfish and I can't let go of the past. And because I need I do the stupidest thing I could do. The necklace is almost a years worth what I get selling food at the market. The old fat man running the stand, who looked to be in his 50s, was busy with a customer. I make a splice second disision and put it in my pocket, unfortunately a lady saw me and points saying,"Thief!! Thief!! Their!!". Terrified, I run. Thinking of all possible outcomes, I get arrested (Who would make the money?), I hang (Times are rough as of now,and the police hang criminals,"To make the citizens feel safer in a thought time."), I pay a fine(With what money?), or (on rare circumstance) Don't get caught. So I ran as the old man and two other people chase me gaining on me finally the old man slows but the two other men didn't. I look back. Finally loosing them, I run faster. And BAM!! Suddenly it hit me. My eyes go wide, my face terrified. My dream. It came true.