Aria Haleson is a sixteen year old aspiring writer. One day, her favorite character, Katarina, magically comes out of her story. Aria finds a friend in Katarina, until certain events happen that forces Aria to question all she ever thought about herself.
My eyes opened.
I couldn't remember the dream I had had, only that it was real enough to wake me from my slumber. Not much usually wakes me. I can sleep through anything, storms, earthquakes -- even a tornado as I was told by my parents. So, some silly image brought up by my self-conscious? Hardly.
I racked my brain, trying to think of what could have possibly roused me. My breathing was heavy and laboured, and I put my hand over my heart to slow it's beating. Oh! That's what it was. My heart. Just before I'd woken up, a sharp pain had grasped my heart. Not as though something were trying to force its way in, but as though something had been pulled out.
I wasn't worried. Heart problems ran in my family. It was nothing to worry about.
Turning my head to the side, I checked the red numbers on my alarm clock. Still slightly disoriented, it took a while for my eyes to focus. When they did, these numbers glowed back at me: 7:48.
I shot out of bed like a bullet. Fumbling in the dark, I stumbled to my closet and pulled clothes out at random. My hands soared over the cotton shirts and denim jeans that made up my wardrobe. I pulled a light shirt and some jeans and ran to the bathroom.
The water from my shower was lukewarm, but I made it in and out in twelve minutes. Of course that left me ten minutes to get to school. I pulled on the jeans, t-shirt, quickly combed through my wet hair, grabbed my keys and a Pop-Tart, and raced out the door.
Looking back on it, even though I was distracted, I should've realized the random person in my living room.