Dream Journey

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The clock hits eleven o’clock. The darkness had already curtained the sky, leaving only the moon to illuminate the night. The autumn breeze still blew in Willow Hill; a town on the outskirts of southern London. Sixteen year-old Asher combed his short faded black afro. A slight calm, worriless smile on the corner of his face as he brushed his teeth. He stretched the corners of his lips as he inspected his teeth. In the mirror he saw the reflection of a brown skin boy with his oak brown wide eyes. "Have you finished packing?" he said. A dark skinned boy, a few shades darker than Asher walked into the bathroom. Andre, also sixteen, an uneasy red-lipped smile cracked on one side of his face, with frowned eyebrows above his dark brown eyes. He stood a an inch or two shorter than Asher. "Yes I have." he spat into the sink and took in a gulp of running water before spitting it back out. "I don't need the checklist police on my case, " He smiled, "now good night." he said as he walked out the bathroom, took a turn and into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Asher walked into his room after rinsing his face.He flicked his bedroom lights off, leaving only the moon’s light through his window. Moments later, he was in deep in slumber. ********************************* Andre tossed and turned, the sweat from his forehead soaked into his pillow. He shot up from his bed by the ominous cawing of a crow; its dark vacant beady eyes stared from outside the window. His eyes filled were with drowsiness. He walked towards it, guarded. Below his window where he stood was a grey Siberian husky dog glaring at him; fixed upon him. Without much notice, the crow entered his room. His voice became raspy then completely sil... ... middle of paper ... ...d as he watched his brother walk into the distant. ********************************* The train journey had already been two hours. Asher decided to sit by himself, well was forced to sit by himself. Away from Andre and the noise from the rest of his classmates. Asher was very social, far more social than his brother Andre. But he has always enjoyed the serenity and peace in silence. Well as silent as it can get as he could still hear the voices at the end of the cabin. He grew sleepy as did many others. His head rested on the corner of the window out looking the vast fields of green and farm animals. Two pale spectres galloped by; a dark panther with strange symbols etched to its skin and an oversized fox. There were flame prints in their wake. Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming. yes I must be. Before he knew it, his conscience had faded, and was asleep.

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