"Energizing, huh? Well, that sure beats mine... I can't describe how boring mine was. I didn't even have a dream," Daniel said, “It was an endless pit." He and I gave a short chuckle, then I noticed his deep blue eyes sulking for the shortest second.
I knew it.
"Liar," I accused, “Matt again, right?" He just nodded and gave a shameful grin of sadness from under his dark mustache.
Mattew was my brother. He went missing three years ago-- Daniel's the only one still emotional about it. Matt was seventeen, I was fourteen. He went camping and never came back. All the all the investigators found at his located campsite was a torn apart tent, food cloaking the ground, and a blood covered sleeping bag. I'm sure it was a bear or something, though I didn't like to think about it...
I caught a glimpse of the clock on the pale violet wall. "I gotta go, Dad. See you later tonight."
"I'll be waiting." He never did like me leaving, even before Matt's incident. I suppose it's because I'm his "little girl"-- hence the nicknames.
I walked out to our dirt driveway in front of our huge white house. It had a cream, blue-hue colored front door, big glass windows for the three stories, and a garage over to the side. My car was a little further down the long dirt walk. It's a black Audi Coupe(I got it as a seventeenth birthday present form my aunt, she's rich).
