A scream. a horrible, loud scream. I still don't know it's source but it always plagued my dreams. I don't know why or how this first started but it's all I can remember from my dreams. I feel bad for that person, whoever they are...

"-DE, JADE WAKE UP! IT'S TIME TO GET UP!". "Okay, okay, you don't have to scream about it." That was Hilda, my younger sister. She's usually quiet and shy, but this was an exception. I groaned as I got off of my soft bed and started my morning ritual. First, I ate breakfast. Today was wheat-cakes. I don't know why my dad can't make pancakes instead. Then I went into the washroom and brushed my teeth, like any other sensible person would do. Then I grabbed my bag and rushed off to school with Hilda.