Wake Up

I bolted upright in my bed expecting to see blinding lights around me but this time was different. For a few weeks now I've been waking up outside and nude. This seemed to happen every week. My adoptive parents say I was just sleepwalking but my mom was terrified. The weird thing was that I was wearing my pj's before bed so how did they get off?

 

I looked around the familiar area that was my room and was relieved that it was only a nightmare. This was the second one this week. My parents tried to get me to see a psychologist but I told them they were just nightmares. The weird thing was that it was the only repeating nightmare. My parents' had tried to get me to see a psychologist many times before but I always just shrugged it off as just a nightmare.

 

I slipped out of my bed and looked for a decent pair of clothes. My room was filthy. It was the only part of the mansion the maid didn't clean. I found myself slipping into a fantasy world where I was making out with the maid. She is the hottest part of my day. Every night I thought about how awesome it would be to make out with her.

 

I finally found a decent pair and slipped them on. I love cartoons so I put on my marvel avengers shirt and my Hulk ski-cap. I ran down the hall to the stairs and slid down the railing.

 

"No sliding on the railings, Curtis." My mom was in the dining room.

 

" Yeah I know, mom." I walked into our huge dining room with a very long table and sat at a side seat across from my mom. My mom had a lot of antiques imported into here and you would swear you were at an antique show. Mom loved antiques, one time she bought everything from a castle in scotland and had it imported into her own antique room.

 

"Now son, we both know that you won't listen anyway." Dad was always a habit hound, he always tried to make sure we all had something fun to look forward to during the day.

 

"Oh, Charles why do you always have to encourage him?" Mom and dad always challenged eachother's authority.

 

Mom saw the way I was looking around.

 

"Are you OK sweetie? You look tense." Mom was always concerned about me. In fact, sometimes a little overconcerned. Once she saw that I was constipated and she freaked out. When my first nightmare occoured she automatically wanted me to see a psychologist. I eventually talked her out of it and ever since she's been getting increasingly worried about my repetitive nightmares.

 

"Yeah, I just had another nightmare."

 

"OH MY GOODNESS! Honey, you've been having the same nightmare for the past six weeks, don't you think you need to see a psychologist?"

 

"No, I'm fine mom. Really I just need to do something different before I go to bed or something."

 

"OK but remember we can get the best to help when you need it."

 

"Thanks mom. So dad are you doing anything after work?"

 

"Well I don't think so but I'll check my schedule, sorry if I can't get out of work but I'll make more time for you son."

 

Dad's company was in the middle of a merger and running a business in automobiles is very time consuming.

 

"So mom, how about you?"

 

"Well I do have a fashion show at three but other than that my assisstant can handle the rest."

 

Mom ran her own clothing line for women. She always had her assisstant do a lot of her work but ever since her competitor Favreau's stepped up their game she's had less time to spend with me.

 

"So sweetie have you thought about what we discussed last week?"

 

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm fine here."

 

"Honey, you'll be with a lot of children your age and who knows, you might even like it there."

 

"Mom, you heard what I said last time."

 

"Please, just try it out for a week, son and if you don't like it there, we'll come get you O.K.?" Dad interjected.

 

"Alright, fine." Dad always had a knack for deals, he says it was from his car salesman days that led up to his own takeover of the company.

 

It wasn't fair, mom didn't know what she was doing to me, tearing me from a familiar life and throwing me to rich people. I mean sure my parents' were rich but when I was ten I told them not to get me a bunch of fancy stuff just because they could. I wouldn't even accept clothes that cost anything over twenty dollars. I didn't want t obe one of those rich kids I hear about that wave their money around for everyone to see, and if I go to boarding school I'm going to stick out like a cactus in a desert.

 

I have friends at Sandlock High that I don't want to say goodbye to, but now I have a choice in the matter. At least they gave me another week before I left for SanRaven Academy. I hated the fact that I have to say goodbye to my friends and start anew but I wasn't even sure if I didn't like it.

 

The last day of the week I invited all of my friends to my homeroom to say goodbye.

 

"Hey guys, thanks for coming."

 

"Yeah, well you didn't give us much choice there, Curt."

 

Dan knew how to cheer me up. Every day he'd come up with some clever name to use that used my name in it. The cool part is that he remembers all of the names he calls everybody, and yet he fails his classes. Dan was my best friend since the seventh grade, that was the year I was adopted. Before that I don't remember anything. I don't remember anything fom before my adoption either. I don't even know how I got into the orphanage in the first place. Once we put fire crackers in the lunchlady's soup in the cafeteria. That was the funniest day I ever had with Dan. After we got in trouble he got out of pranking and into joking. He loves to be funny and he says he plans on being a stand up comic someday but when he says the word comic he laughs.

 

"So what's the word, Curt?" Savina was always talking differently, not in different accents but styles of languages. I just met her in biology class this year when we knocked heads while picking up a frog that we both dropped. We also dated a little bit but just decided to be friends.

 

"Well Dan, I've known you a while and not so much with you Savina but I may be staying at a boarding school..."

 

"Wait, wait, wait, you're leaving!? Dude, why?" Dan asked looking aggrivated.

 

"Because my parents' think I can meet a lot more people there and not only that they think it will fill their absence."

 

"So wait, did your dad give you one of his famous altimatums?" Savina looked confused, she sometimes gets easily confused at questions she asks and she wonders why she asks them.

 

"Yes, he did, he said I could stay a week and if I didn't like it then they would come get me."

 

"Great, then you shouldn't have a problem then." Dan said.

 

"So why did you call us here Curtainrod?"

 

"Because I'm not sure if I won't like it. I feel like there is something there for me. So I don't know if I'll be staying or not."

 

"My whole life I've been wondering what the first years of my life were like and also wondering why I don't remember them."

 

"What's that got to do with going to this school?" Savina asked.

 

"I feel as if this school may give me the answers I've been looking for."

 

"Weird hunch Curtsy but how exactly do you know it will do that?"

 

"I don't know but I have a feeling it will give me more insight about myself than I know."