I wrote a little when I got bored yesterday
The narrator is an orphan male 17 years old he lives alone a western style mansion.
What's written below is all I could think of in 3 hours, please leave comments and critic
Chapter one: Beginning
It's dark and cold, I can feel the cold wind passing me.
In the distance I see a girl, she looks lost.
The eyes looking straight at me...those eyes...
I wake up sweating. It must have been that dream again.
I've been having the same drame over and over again for the past 2 months.
I always wake up the moment I gaze into those eyes. As if those eyes are trying to tell me something.
I look sideways out of the window, it's dark outside and it's raining.
Not feeling tired I dicide to get out of bed and get some food. I walk out of the room into the hall, go right and enter the last room on the left.
It's the livingroom. For a moment you think you see something but when you try to look closer it's gone.
"hmm.. must be my mind playing tricks on me."
I move on into the kitchen search for some leftovers from last night in the fridge.
The microwave is set for five minutes. "should be enough"...with a cheerful Ding! the microwave indicates that my food is ready.
Sitting down on the couch and quietly eating the meal, I'm still thinking about that dream....
When I wake up it's 7.00 after looking around and see the plate upside down on the ground.
" I must have fallen asleep while eating.." a small groan, a spliting headache curses my head.
After my head cooled down a bit I decided to hury before I'd miss class, I ran to the school still breathing heavily when I arrived.
--Edited the story a bit adding new content in the next post--
Thanks for pointing out the mistake ayadew