A high ringing invaded the deep sleep I had been in moments before. Reaching out, I clicked off the alarm clock groaning with exhaustion. A new school, a new life, and damn, I needed a new bed. I was sleeping on a layer of sponge, also known as a matress. My father and I had moved into the two bedroomed, two bathroomed, sittting room and kitchen filled apartment two days before. And, I still was living out of a suitcase, having to leave all my stuff at our old home.

Tumbling from the so called bed, I stumbled to the bathroom, bleary eyed with sleep. Pushing my long blonde hair from my face, I rubbed my amber coloured eyes. A few minutes later I was dressed and freshened up. In my room, sitting on my dresser was a photo of a fair haired woman with similar eyes to mine. I blew a kiss to it, murmuring under my breath,

"Cya later mom, wish me luck".

My father sat in the kitchen, reading his newspaper, and flicking through some file at the same time. He was in a high positoin in some corporation, but since work was a tender topic between us, we rarely spoke of it to each other.

"Morning, you all set?" He said softly, smiling as he closed the file.

"Yuh-huh" I nodded, reaching for a bowl to pour my cereal. I ate quickly, while my father told me what I was to do upon reaching the new school.

"...And, then you're teaher will introduce you to the class...Rika?" The uncertain pause in his sentance made me glance up.

I didn't reply but just looked at him, chewing.

"I heard you again last night..." He finally said, and my face flushed from shame. Ever since I was around the age of thirteen, I was liable to get nightmares. Horiffic flashs of some strange experience. My father and Mother had done everything they could to help, but none of it worked. Last night, I'd been crying again, which was a true embarrassment, since I was a few months away from turning eight-teen.

"I'm fine dad, don't worry" I managed to say after a few moments.

"I think you should dump those drawings" He said gaining a little confidence. My face flushed again, but now in anger.

"Never, they mean something, and I'm not ever, ever dumping them!" I shouted, and grabbing my school bag, I ran from our home. I had just slipped into the elevator when I heard my name.

"RIKA" but I ignored it, closing my eyes against the glassy tears. Upon reaching the school, the onflow of nervousness began. Again, I felt that I wouldn't be going through this if I had my mother near. Then again, I wouldn't have to face anything alone if my mother was around.

The bell sounded out as I was shown my way to class by some guy who announced his name as the Student Body President. I just nodded and followed him.

"Okay, Homeroom, I'm sure you can make you're way from here right?" He asked, giving me a funny look. I nodded and slowly entered the class.

So much for being okay, I thought as the butterflies increased.