The image disappears
"Hey sleepy head, you've finished your homework, but that's
no excuse, or are you just resting? You ought to do something
more important," the familiar voice of your brother calls.
You are jerked out of Willow Glade. "Huh? What? So it was a
dream!" you murmur.
"What are you talking about? You've become so weird over
vacation. Have you been getting enough sleep?" your brother
asks.
"I was just sitting here feeling horrible, about all the
things that people said to me today, when I thought I was asleep,
but this presence said that I was in Willow Glade. Maybe it's a
place that exists in dreams. When you're feeling really bad, and
you fall asleep, you dream of Willow Glade!" you suddenly
shout.
"What ever are you talking about. You must have had some
weird dream," he says. "Mom, Shortstuff's been
sleeping. I finished my homework too, so can I take a nap?"
"Of course not! Tell him to start working right, now, or do
something else, anything but sleep, at three thirty in the
afternoon!"
"I'm going to a friend's house then! How about . . .
." you shout, but you're interrupted. "I don't care.
Just, well you know the safety rules. Be back at seven thirty for
dinner though!" Mom calls back.
"Don't worry, I will."
You head to your friend, Ami's house. When you get there on your
bike, her mother answers the door, and lets you in when you ask if Ami
can go to the library with you. There is a thundering, and
you see Ami, running down the stairs. Ami's mother tells her
nearly exactly the same thing as your Mom does. You strap on your
helmet, and you and Ami race to the library.
You tell her about Willow Glade. You tell her about everything,
and Ami listens to you. Ami's been your very best friend since
kindergarten, but even she doubts you. "Maybe, I'll see if
you're telling the truth sometime, when everybody's angry at me,
but I think you're teasing me." You check out some books, about
mythology, hoping to learn about the dragons, when your watch
beeps seven. You pile your books on your bike, but they keep
falling off. It's nearly seven thirty, and you try to get home as
fast as you can, racing against the clock, but your books keep
falling off during the trip. When you get home, it is eight!
Your mom is furious, and sends you to your room. You enter
Willow Glade once more.
The image disappeared. You ignore it and continue on, deciding it
wasn't a dragon, just your imagination. Suddenly, you hear faint
voices, one that sounded like your brother.
