I look around, where am I?
It looks like I am in a cell of some sort, the walls are grey with dirt and blood on it, some of the blood looks recent while some looks like it was spilled a long time ago, there is a mattress and a bucket, for peeing I suppose.
I look down, whoa! These aren't my hands!
My body gets up with out me telling it too,
like I am in somebody else's body...
Just then I wake up and look around.
Whew! It was a dream... What kind of dream was that?
I was looking through someone else's eyes, but I wasn't controlling my movements, weird.
I get up and go to the bathroom. And hop in the shower trying to wipe of the feeling that something bad was or will be happening.
After the shower I go to my closet and fish through my clothes. Ooh this is nice, I think at a burgundy red T-shirt that has short sleeves, and it will go wonderfully with these light blue denims workout shorts.
I slip them on and go to my bathroom where I brush my VERY notty hair, why is it always like that when I wake up? I must be doing some very hard kung foo with my pillow.
After brushing my hair which took forever, I curl my hair so tha 𝚒𝚝 tumbles in ringlets.
Putting on some light makeup and choker on, I slip on some black socks with black and white converses.
I run down stairs and grab some toast off of the plate of my brother who tries grab it back and fails. I smirk.
"Give that back!" He growls.
"But it was just begging to be eaten by me!" I say. "You know how attractive I am to food! Food just adores me!"
I turn to leave. "Oh and also you better not be late for training!!" I shout to him, driving of in my beautiful red Lamborghini.
Sorry for my grammar this is my first book so please go easy on the hate comments and the creticing! 😁😅