Unnatural Life of a Natural

[Honey comb]

Unnatural Life of a Natural

By: Honey comb

She got closer to the mirror, where a man stood inside, holding out his glove covered hand. The glove was leather, and his hand looked inviting. He had black hair that was slicked back. His face was beautiful. Well, mostly. He had half of his face covered by a mask that was white as snow. She reached for his hand, as he sang to her that he was the angel of music.

The purple Sony Ericson started to violently vibrate as it played music. The girl in bed suddenly woke up from her dream. She grabbed the phone and shut the alarm off. It was 6:10 in the morning, and she had to get ready for school fast. The bus came at 7:25 and she had to leave for the bus at 7:20. She had to get dressed, brush her hair and teeth, eat breakfast, and organize her school supplies.

But no matter how fast or hard she worked, she could not stop thinking about that dream. That was the 7th time she had dreamt of the Phantom of the Opera. There where 3reasons why she thought she dreamt about it:

1.She loved the musical

2.She listened to the soundtrack at night- every night

3.She always dreamed of going on stage.

Her dog, Figgins, Liked her hand as she zoned out thinking about it, and how much closer it was to the other dreams. As the slobbery licking covered her hand, she snapped out of it. She jumped into the bathroom and washed her hands. As she looked up in the mirror, she saw a man with black hair and a white mask stare at her.

End of Part 1

[Icetail]

Wow, great story! You left it on a great cliff hanger

[Honey comb]

I love doing that.