Dream Girl (1)
Blake is having dreams about a girl who needs his help to make her dream come true. She try's to give him info. to contact her in the real world but this is harder than it looks.
I get out of my car and toss the keys to Chip.
'Take that to the garage?' I ask my butler. He nods. I walk into my mansion it's weird that I am so famous. Dad was a very successful on wall street but we moved back to L.A. for my sisters singing career. My mom was a famous singer too, but she died of cancer five years ago.
I run up the stairs to my large room. I throw my book bag on my desk and relax on my leather couch undoing my tie. I drift off into a dream.
I was in a room. It was very small but it seemed to be a bedroom. The walls were covered in photo's. I happen to spot one of a boy being kissed on the cheek by two girls. I looked behind me and I was standing in front of a locked door.
A radio was on. I looked around, all the sudden I see a beautiful girl wearing a black with white pok-a-dots on it. It knee-length and had a red sash that hugged her mid-section.
The girl was twirling around her room singing to the music on the radio. She had a beautiful voice I wanted to say something but her voice just kept me from talking.
'I have been expecting you.' she says, finally stop twirling and looks at me. She has beautiful long, wavy, light brown hair.
'Me?' I say. Did I know her from somewhere?
'Yes, you Blake!' She smiles at me walking toward me taking my hand and leading me to the window sill seat to sit.
'You knew I was coming?' I asked again.
'Yes.'
'Why?' I ask. She frowns.
'You ask WAY to many questions.' She says then giggles. 'I prayed for you-'
'Like in God?' I asked.
'Shush it boy!' she snaps at me. But the smile reaches her face again. 'Sorry I have just been waiting. Yes, as in God. You see, Blake, I wanna become a famous singer. So I prayed to God that He would send me someone to help me with that, threw a dream of some sort.' All I could do is just nod. I was trapped in her beauty and what she said. It was hard not to believe she was an angle.
She stood up and started looking into her closet. She stopped and turned around to me.
'Now you keep quiet?' She asks.
'I-I-I-....' I am the school flirt, but why was it so hard for me to talk to her?
'Your stuttering.' She says giggling. She was cute when she did that.
'I just don't know what to say. So you are a real girl? Like you actually exist?' I ask.
'Obviously you have something to say. Yes, I am a real girl, Very real.' She says smiling. She closes her closet door looking at herself in the full length mirror. She frowned and started messing with her hair and fixing her make-up. She finally gave up and came and sat next to me. Putting her hand on mine.
'Is that all you have to ask me?' She asks. Her brown eyes have a brown sparkle in them.
'N-' I start but then I come back to reality. There is a nock at the door.
'BLAKE! TIME FOR SUPPER!' Yells my sister. I get up from the leather couch thinking about what just happened. I go downstairs and quickly ate my dinner.
'What's that hurry bud?' asks my father. When he sees me stuffing my face.
'I am just really hungry and wanting to get to bed.' I say.
'Oh, okay.' He says still having a curious expression.
'So may I be excused.' I ask.
'I guess so if your really tired.' He says.
'Thanks Father, Good Night every one.' I say before I head upstairs.
It takes me a while but I finally fall back asleep and in the same room again.
She is sitting on the window sill staring at the moon singing a song again.
'You left.' She says, not looking at me.
'Someone, kinda woke me up.' I say. She looks at me and smiles.
'That's fine.' She says giggling and motioning for me to sit next to her.
'So are you in?' She asks with her big brown eyes looking up at me.
'Sure. But I need to know more about you.' I say hoping for a phone number or something.
'Okay, my name is S-' I wake up again from a door slamming. It's only Ten at night. All I know about this girl is that she is she is beautiful, loves to sing, needs my help, and her name starts with a S. I finally fall back asleep again. But the dream isn't with her. This makes me mad.
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'Take that to the garage?' I ask my butler. He nods. I walk into my mansion it's weird that I am so famous. Dad was a very successful on wall street but we moved back to L.A. for my sisters singing career. My mom was a famous singer too, but she died of cancer five years ago.
I run up the stairs to my large room. I throw my book bag on my desk and relax on my leather couch undoing my tie. I drift off into a dream.
I was in a room. It was very small but it seemed to be a bedroom. The walls were covered in photo's. I happen to spot one of a boy being kissed on the cheek by two girls. I looked behind me and I was standing in front of a locked door.
A radio was on. I looked around, all the sudden I see a beautiful girl wearing a black with white pok-a-dots on it. It knee-length and had a red sash that hugged her mid-section.
The girl was twirling around her room singing to the music on the radio. She had a beautiful voice I wanted to say something but her voice just kept me from talking.
'I have been expecting you.' she says, finally stop twirling and looks at me. She has beautiful long, wavy, light brown hair.
'Me?' I say. Did I know her from somewhere?
'Yes, you Blake!' She smiles at me walking toward me taking my hand and leading me to the window sill seat to sit.
'You knew I was coming?' I asked again.
'Yes.'
'Why?' I ask. She frowns.
'You ask WAY to many questions.' She says then giggles. 'I prayed for you-'
'Like in God?' I asked.
'Shush it boy!' she snaps at me. But the smile reaches her face again. 'Sorry I have just been waiting. Yes, as in God. You see, Blake, I wanna become a famous singer. So I prayed to God that He would send me someone to help me with that, threw a dream of some sort.' All I could do is just nod. I was trapped in her beauty and what she said. It was hard not to believe she was an angle.
She stood up and started looking into her closet. She stopped and turned around to me.
'Now you keep quiet?' She asks.
'I-I-I-....' I am the school flirt, but why was it so hard for me to talk to her?
'Your stuttering.' She says giggling. She was cute when she did that.
'I just don't know what to say. So you are a real girl? Like you actually exist?' I ask.
'Obviously you have something to say. Yes, I am a real girl, Very real.' She says smiling. She closes her closet door looking at herself in the full length mirror. She frowned and started messing with her hair and fixing her make-up. She finally gave up and came and sat next to me. Putting her hand on mine.
'Is that all you have to ask me?' She asks. Her brown eyes have a brown sparkle in them.
'N-' I start but then I come back to reality. There is a nock at the door.
'BLAKE! TIME FOR SUPPER!' Yells my sister. I get up from the leather couch thinking about what just happened. I go downstairs and quickly ate my dinner.
'What's that hurry bud?' asks my father. When he sees me stuffing my face.
'I am just really hungry and wanting to get to bed.' I say.
'Oh, okay.' He says still having a curious expression.
'So may I be excused.' I ask.
'I guess so if your really tired.' He says.
'Thanks Father, Good Night every one.' I say before I head upstairs.
It takes me a while but I finally fall back asleep and in the same room again.
She is sitting on the window sill staring at the moon singing a song again.
'You left.' She says, not looking at me.
'Someone, kinda woke me up.' I say. She looks at me and smiles.
'That's fine.' She says giggling and motioning for me to sit next to her.
'So are you in?' She asks with her big brown eyes looking up at me.
'Sure. But I need to know more about you.' I say hoping for a phone number or something.
'Okay, my name is S-' I wake up again from a door slamming. It's only Ten at night. All I know about this girl is that she is she is beautiful, loves to sing, needs my help, and her name starts with a S. I finally fall back asleep again. But the dream isn't with her. This makes me mad.
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