Dreams Don't Come True

I woke up screaming and gasping for air. When I finally took my breath, Mom walked in the room with a worried look on her face.

“Sweetie, what is wrong, I heard you screaming. Is everything ok.”

“Yeah, its just that I had the worst dream. It was about dad and his job. I don’t know it just felt so real.”

“ Don’t worry, its was just a dream. Now get up, you don't want to be late for school.”

That’s when I noticed that it was six. I got up went to the bathroom, got dressed, and went to go eat breakfast.
As I entered the kitchen, saw dad halfway out the door.

“Good morning Dad. Where are you going.”

“To work, I have a meeting and I am late. Bye love you.”

“Love you too”, I said but I don’t think he heard me.

It’s my first full day at Stuyvesant High School. I don’t really know any one besides my best friend Kayla, but we are not in the same class. So I am basically all only.
I didn't know if I should tell Kayla about my dream. She will probably tell me I’m crazy and that I have nothing to worry about. I decided not to tell her.
Zero period was slow and boring. I kept on looking at the clock, and I was zoning out the whole time. The bell final rang and I went to second period. 
At around 8:48 there was a loud bang coming from outside, and the school trembled. What was going on? Then all of a sudden Principle Teitel can on the loudspeaker and said,

“Do not alarmed. A small plane has crashed into the World Trade Center. Students are to stay in the building.”

What did he say. A plane crashed into the World Trade Center. Where dad works. No this isn’t happening. Tears were caught in my eyes. Dad is fine, I saw him this morning, and I will see him when I get him.
After a while Principle Teitel  came on the loudspeaker again, 

“Attention students and facility: please report to your homerooms immediately. I repeat: All students and facility are to report to their homerooms immediately.”

After I got to homeroom, the lights went out then back on. Everyone was worried. This is not real. In any minute mom will wake me up from this horrible nightmare. 
Not long after that Principle Teitel was back on the loudspeaker,

“ Homeroom teachers are to escort their classes to the northern exits. All students and faculty are to evacuate the building immediately.”

My tears got heavier and heavier. As I exited the building, I lost track of my homeroom teacher. I couldn't see where I was going from all the tears in my eyes. Then I finally saw Kayla.

“Kayla”, I called out, but she couldn't hear me.

I tried again,

“ Kayla”, thats when she saw me. We walked toward each other.

“ What should I do, my dad works in the World Trade Center, what if he gets hurt?

“Don’t worry he is going to be,”

By then I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face. It was too much to think about.

“But you don’t get it, I had a dream that something bad was going to happen at my dads job and my mother was crying and one part of my dream came true, what if the other part does too?”

But by then I couldn't stop crying, it was too much to think about. Kayla opened her arms out to me and we hugged for a solid minute.

“ Okay, now we are going to go to my house and you can call your mom and tell her where you are”, she said putting a smile on her face.”

“But there isn't any service.”

“Don’t worry I have a wireless phone.”

When we got to Kayla house we settled in for a while then I got to call Mom.

“Come on pick up, pick up, pick up.”

But she didn't pick up so I tried calling Dad. When he didn't pick up, tears started running down my face again. After a while I finally got the courage to call mom again, but I wasn't expecting too much.
The phone rang and rang and rang. Still nobody picked up. I was just about to close the phone when finally someone picked up.

“Hello, Mom I’m at Kayla’s,”

“ Hello Brooke”

“Dad? Dad are you okay, I thought you had a meeting, I thought you got hurt.”

Tears stopped rolling down my face.

“Yes I’m fine, my meeting got canceled, are you all right”

“Yeah, am at Kayla’s house.” After a long period silence I finally said,

“ Dad, I love you.”

“I love you too, Brooke.”

THE END

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