"It's perfectly normal to wake up gasping for air from a nightmare where someone's trying to choke you to death. But when the next day you're sporting a lovely purple souvenir on your neck that will be the thing of gossip at school...well...that's another story...."
It’s perfectly normal to wake up gasping for air from a nightmare where someone’s trying to choke you to death. But when the next day you’re sporting a lovely purple souvenir on your neck that will be the thing of gossip at school…well…that’s another story. In other words, this is a warning. If you have ever in your life dreamed like this--- stop reading NOW. Forget about it. Don't try to have any more. The more your dreams bleed into reality and the more you remember them the more danger you’ll be in. Hopefully you’ll have enough common sense to stop now…
My name is Trinity Conner and I carry the weight of the world.
I used to have a normal life--- or as close to normal as it ever was or will be---I lived in Mandeville, Louisiana with my parents and went to high school just like any other teenager. My mom suffered from schizophrenia for her entire life, up until I was eleven. Then about a year after she was cured, my dad was in a car accident. For the most what little of my childhood I could remember it was either my dad or mom raising me. In my mind those two things had always somehow seemed connected---my mom’s schizophrenia and its cure, then the accident. My dad received so much brain damage he had to retire early from being a cop so mom opened up the bakery to get some money in. We both worked there as often as possible; sometimes my friends helped too. Mom always said I spent all my energy working and not enough on my studies. Well, sorry if I cared more about paying dad’s medical bills.
But that all changed on Monday, two months after the Woods family moved in across the street. They had come all the way from Los Angeles just to find a public school in the country that would accept their juvenile delinquent son. Now I’m not gonna lie---Jeremiah was pretty darn cute, what with his tall dark and handsome façade. But that big cocky attitude of his was a major turn-off. Not to mention that he’d been in prison.
Strangely, all of the other girls at Mandeville High were oblivious to his dirt-worth persona. What, was the “trying too hard bad-boy” act attractive!? Some of their reactions to him were almost comical to watch. Even my best friend Lizzy giggled and twirled her golden ringlets as he swaggered past our lockers. I rolled my eyes.
“What? He’s cute!” she elbowed me. “Ya know Tina, you need to start putting yourself out there more or you’re never gonna get a boyfriend.”
I laughed. “I’d rather be single than date him!” I jabbed my thumb at the grotesque scene of Jeremiah Woods entrapping poor Kelly Fackle in a corner for a kiss.