Chapter 3 Call

I walk rapidly in the hallway, to prevent and hear their mischievous talks and chit-chat about me.

'The nerd again!' One of my bully tell.

'Yeah, she needs to drop out in our University' the other one replied.

I just continue walking but suddenly it happens again. They blocked my way or let's just say the Campus Princesses block my way.

"Excuse me, your highness," I said and bow my head slightly.

Highness. That's what you need to call them, even if you are just greeting them. Pathetic huh?

"I am hungry, you're highness" I added, seriously I will get pissed.

"Oh know I know, why you gain weight so fast, right girls!" And then they laugh, including my schoolmates who are watching.

I just stroll in another direction and go to the cafeteria to order some foods.

After that, I am now heading into the garden. This place gave me cool vibes. The sweet hums of the birds, the fresh and cold air and the swaying trees. All in, this places is my stress reliever.

I opened the hamburger and fries and start to eat them. I recall what did my professor said about dreams. I wonder what he points out?

Skytrokophe. Are you a dream traveler? So if you are a dream traveler you belong to cursed ones? But how about me? Am I also a curse? So if we both sworn, who cursed us?

I looked up in the nice sky. Is it God? But why?

"Are you who cursed us?" I mumble.

I didn't notice the small tear escaped to my eyes. Oh God, why am I crying? I should be happy right? Cause I can manipulate my dream.

I stand up and shit! I forgot that I need to go to the library. I check the time and it is freaking at 1 pm. I think I need to skip my afternoon class.

Running to the corridor of the building and ignore all the nasty students who are intently looking at me.

I stop and breathe, I look at the door of the library and open it. I greeted the librarian and roam around the library until I stopped in one stall.

I touch the books and read every title of it.

Chronology of Dreams

I take this book and borrow it from the librarian and walk again to the garden.

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I sit on the grass not heeding some insects and open the book on the first page.

'When you read this, you should finish'

I said those words that gave shivers to my spine. Creepy, that's the first word that I taught.

I sigh deeply and continue to the second page.

'DREAMS. MISERY. NIGHTMARE.

If you read this message you will think that what is the point of this book. Because this is only about dreams, but no dreams aren't just dreams. They can be your future, your faith but dreams can't be your reality.

Some people in the world can travel to your dream and some can manipulate. Some can stop your dream and some can change your dream. But it was barely known as Cursed Dreams. Why? Because, one day you can't see the reality, one day you can't wake up or open your eyes.'

I stop reading the book and think.

What!? So if Skytrokophe is a curse it means that is he can't be back in reality? So it can happen to me. Right? But why? Why me?

This is the first time that I question myself. There are seven billion people in the world, but why me? Am I that really bad?

Ring...Ring...Ring...

I place the book in my bag and answer the call.

"Yes?" I asked.

"We need you here now," the other line said.

"Where?" I narrowed my eyebrows.

"Underground" and she ended the call.

But, I need to go home early today so that my parents didn't need to alter, words to me.

Underground.

Yes, you've read it right. Underground were all gangsters go. But I am not a gangster I am just their coach.

I took a taxi and say my location, to bring my motor---secretly 'cause my parents didn't know that I coach some gangsters.

They pay me that's why I said yes. My family had a money problem that starts when my father had a lupus disorder. He needs dialysis so we ended up borrowing some money.

That's also the reason why my father and mother always fight. My mother isn't my biological mother she is just my foster guardian. My real mother? Is nowhere to be found, I don't know if she finds me not think about me.

But I love my foster guardian. Not just physically but also emotionally.

I didn't notice that the taxi stop, I take some coins in my pocket and gave it to the driver. I am walking slowly and opening the gate slowly like a snail, to not my parents hear it.

I grab the key in my small purse and push my motor outside.I sough in relief when no one heard me.

The engine starte so I drive it now.