She felt the warm embrace of a hand, her eyes slowly open to the blinding un-natural light flooding her room “Oh, awaken my sweet Clover”. Her eyes widen, as she engraves her cheek into the hand, the laugh that followed was deep and gritty “Clover, time to get up”, “ Pa?” she asked in a groggy confusion, “Come there is something you must see” he says, as she gets up from the bed, throwing a nearby Jacket from Frank making her way downstairs “Pa?” she says as her eyes dart from left to right. “Pa?” she calls for him again, when the front door comes swinging open heavily enough to damage the wall behind it, the perplexing storm clouds brewing over the trees, rolling throw strong winds, and terrifying groups of lightning repeatedly striking across the sky. She tries to resist but something pulls her closer, as her mind tries to pull away her feet still takes a step forward until she is on the porch staring upward to the colossal hurricane of clouds. It’s dark grey swirling with the blacking-blue clouds, clashing as thunder pounds the drums decorated by further lightning. She stares for what feels like a decade but then a face appears from the storm, she wasn’t sure at first but it becomes clear as its mouth opens swooping down crashing into her, the pressure of the deep darkening clouds felt like the weight of the ocean and at that point it consumed her.
***
She wakes up in a cold sweat, breathing hectic and rapid, her tightly coiled hair was more of a mess than her emotions where in that early morning “What…what was that?” she puts her hand to her head filling the sweat as it runs down between her forehead and palm “where…those car headlights part of my dream too?” she closes her eyes for a moment taking a deep breath when Bee meows at her cracked door, sticker her paw through the crack first before pushing her head throw, her meows continue as she waddles into the room jumping on her bed, sitting in her lap. She rubs Bee’s head to keep her quiet laying back in bed before looking over at her clock to see she was almost late for school and on a Friday no less, she pushes Bee to the side as she gets ready.
Her spoon clanking against the bowl as she slowly munches through her cereal, her phone rings. She flips it overseeing it was Frank, his message was short, his normal weekly asking for a ride to school which she never minded as he lived fairly close and she never thought of it as something out the way. She cleans up, making sure everything was lock and the alarm was on, opening the garage door while letting her father’s old Camaro warm up before taking off, leaving Bee to guard the house. As she sits in the driver seat she looks through old CDs before finding an old Korn album Issues, putting the gear into first shift as she peels off into the open road. It only takes her five minutes before she is in Frank’s driveway. She lets the car idle as Frank comes flying out the front door almost forgetting to lock it before he turns back around, as he gets to the car window he greats her with a cheery warm smile “ Hey C, we are so late”, “ Eh, we got senior authority” she replies while laughing and backing out of his driveway. He shakes his head while looking out the window “So, how did your night go?”, “ It’s crazy, I had the weirdest dream last night something weird, you know? Headlights, storms and even my dad was in it”, “your old man? Wow, must’ve been something interesting.” There sat a brief pause, the air pouring in from rolled down windows battling with the radio. Frank reaches over into her ashtray pulling out half a joint and lighting it, “Well you know dreams are all interpretation, I’m sure it was nothing to worry about.” Clovefield darts her eye at him but focuses back on the road as the school comes into view.
“Well thanks for the ride,” he says as they both leave the Camaro, “You going to the lounge or…” he hangs on to the rest of his sentence as he waits around for her response but she doesn’t pay him any attention only flickering through her car trunk. Frank takes it as his cue to leave, but ponding on if her dream had affected her more than he was willing to give it credit. As she closes the trunk, she shoves a thick leather black book with three mid-sized circles in the formation of a triangle, “alright dad, let’s see what you were babbling about.” She says as she walks up into the school, the cold winter air was the only thing keeping her warm these days, and the longer she sat at the house by herself the more isolation begin to feel sweet to the bitterness of friends.
***
As she walked the halls over in the corner down the hall, there was Luke who watched as she traversed into the Student lounge.
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