BAM! Something cold hit me at the back of my neck. I let out a loud scream.
A snowball; someone had thrown a snowball at me. I reached behind my
head and tried to scoop as much of the snow as I could out from the back of
my jacket. I cringed as some of it touched my skin. I frowned slightly and
whipped my head around.
I saw a boy that couldn't be much older than I, laughing and pointing at me.
I glowered at him, but his laughter continued.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. It was the day of my
eighth birthday and my parents let me go out and play in the front yard all
by myself.
I was NOT going to let some stupid boy ruin it. So I turned back around and
continued to work on my snowman. BAM!
I turned around again; this time, he was rolling in the snow, laughing so
hard that his pale face was turning slightly red.
"Well, since he seems to enjoy the snow so much, I should just help him out."
I picked up a large snowball intended for my snowman's head and walked in
his direction until I stood over him.
I waited until he stopped laughing hard enough to open his eyes and see
what I intended to do. They were bluish-grey, his eyes I remember this
because of how wide they got when they saw me with the snowball.
His wide eyes quickly turned to slits. "You can't do that!" he said to me.
"Why not?" I said back.
"Because you're a girl and girls can't--"
He couldn't finish his sentence, on account of the fact that it's pretty hard to
talk with a mouthful of snow.
It was my turn to laugh and point.
And that's what I did, at least until he got up wiped the snow of off his face.
He didn't look so happy.
I took a step back knowing that if I stayed, it wouldn't end well for me. But
then he took one forward, and another, another. We both froze for a
second, seeing this as my only chance of escape, I broke into a sprint but
didn't I get very far.
I let out a high pitched shriek as he tackled me to the ground.
"Stupid boots..." I muttered.
He tried to get me flat on the ground, but I wasn't about to let him beat me,
so I fought back. We wrestled for about a minute before I finally pinned
down. I looked down at him.
The messy mop of curly black hair he had on his head was even messier. A stray curl fell across his eye and a smug smile appeared on his face.
"I let you win you know."
I shrugged. It was probably true. But I didn't care. I had still won.
"Now get off me." He said.
"No." I simply replied.
"But you have to."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm ten and you're eight. I'm older by two whole years so you
have to do what I say."
"No." I said again.
He frowned for a second. But then smiled again. "How about this, if I get
you off of me in the next... fifteen seconds, I win, if I don't you win. Okay?"
I thought about it. He could get me off of him no doubt, but in the next fifteen seconds? I'm a girl but I'm not weak.
"Fine." I replied. "Fifteen seconds, that's it."
His smile grew even bigger. I frowned a little, slightly suspicious, but I
started counting anyway.
"One."
He didn't make a move.
"Two. Three..."
Still, nothing
"Four, five, six..."
He opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it again.
"Seven, eight, nine..."
His face began to turn red.
"Ten, eleven, twelve..."
Why was he blushing?
"Thirt--"
Then suddenly, lightning quick, he shot his had up, grabbed the back of my
neck, pulled my face down, and kissed me.
I lost count.
I could feel my face heating up as I stared at him, shocked. I expected him
to push me, pinch me, maybe even punch me. But kiss? Now that was unexpected.
"Rayne...?" he started.
I just stared.
This seemed to amuse him because that smug smile of his reappeared. But
then his face got very serious.
"Rayne," he continued "When we're older, were gonna get married you and
me. Okay? We have to."
I couldn't do anything, I just nodded.
He smiled in what seemed to be satisfaction and lifted me up enough so
that he could get out from under me.
He got up, waved down at me, and walked away.
I'm not exactly sure how long I was there for, sitting out in the snow. It had
to have been at least twenty minutes before my dad called me to come
inside.
It wasn't until I had actually gotten inside that I suddenly froze. My breathing increased slightly and my eyes widened in realization of something. I am sure I had never seen that boy before, but yet...
How did he know my name?
Ten Years Later
I shoot up from my bed, letting out a small gasp. I blink once, twice, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes.
I take a few deep breaths and then pause. What a weird dream. I hadn't thought about that day in ten years, and now to suddenly dream about it?
Kinda strange if you ask me.
I slowly lie back down in my bed and stare up at the ceiling.
I closed my eyes trying to remember more of the dream. But most of it was gone now. All I could remember was the snow and the boy, and the kiss.
"Was that even real?" I ask myself quietly.
I try even harder to remember, I sigh and give up, it doesn't matter anyway.
I turn my head slightly and look at my clock, 9:15am December 12th. The
day of my 18th birthday.
I can't help but smile, I'm 18 now! A full fledged adult!
I am free to do what I want now, so many new privileges. Like for
example, I could purchase a pack of cigarettes if I wanted to.
Not that I would ever. Smoking is a horrible habit.
After a couple of minutes of dreaming of adulthood I get out of bed and hop in the shower.
Once I get out, I get myself dressed, a plain red t-shirt and a black pair of jeans, and go stand in front of my vanity.
I take a deep breath and look hard into the mirror. I squint a little as I stare at myself.
I don't look any different. I tilt my head slowly to the side and look even harder.
Nope. No change at all. My nose, my lips, my deep red brown hair and my
dark green eyes. All exactly the same.
I frown at myself and shake my head slightly. Why was I expecting anything to change?
Just because I'm and adult now doesn't mean anything is really gonna change.
I look exactly like I did yesterday and that's the way it should be. There was no reason for anything to be different.
I leave my vanity and go to my cupboard to look my favourite pair of shoes. And there they are. Right were I left them.
"Nothing's changed Rayne," I mumble to my self as a shove my foot inside of my black converse. "Everything's exactly as it was."
I get up and I towards my bedroom door, and right before I leave my room I turn and look out the window.
I stare out of it for a moment, and then I smile.
"Something has changed..." I whisper to myself.
And I knew, right then, at that very moment I knew. Something was going to happen. Something big.
Something that would change everything
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