This is the first chapter, this is rough, there is no editing yet, and I need to change the names because most of the names are people in real life. Please give me name ideas for the characters (except for Jade and Philemon, the main characters) and what you think would make the chapter better.

I’m a dreamer. I get knocked in the head by basketballs during gym, while thinking what it’d be like to fly. During math I think about my imaginary friend named Bob who can breathe fire. In language arts, I write about everything that I dreamt about, I like to call it my Dream Log.
If you ever asked me what I’d wish for (and just for the record, I might not answer because I’m thinking of the trolls hiding underneath my science teacher’s desk) I would wish for to make my dreams reality.
Unfortunately, that’s just what happened. What I wish I had thought of where my nightmares, where the dreams would go, or what exactly would happen to me. Unfortunately for me, I don’t think much, I just do.
So now I’m stuck in the Pit of Despair, surrounded by shards of broken glass. Don’t ask why that’s one of my nightmares, because while I’m telling you my story I’ll forget why I shouldn’t tell you, and then show you the story.
So while I’m here waiting for Philemon the Destructor of Dreams to drag me down to my untimely doom in the fiery pits of my laundry room, I shall tell you what exactly happened to get me here.
My name is Jade Knight, and I’m going to save the world…somehow.

Chapter One: The Beginning of a Weird Day
Let me tell you now, a normal day will usually start with waking up at 6:00 in the morning, getting on my computer, then at 8:00, get dressed, brush my teeth, comb my hair, fix my braces, put on my shoes, and putting together my backpack, all under 15 minutes.
I then have to wake up Mrs. Richardson (she’s one of my foster parents) to start getting ready for work, and immediately get out of the door, so I can walk to school with Destry, one of my friends. Upon getting to school, I have to find my group of friends, and then hurry to Math. During lunch I then have to go outside and either play tag, or have a drop kicking contest. I then have my last three classes, and leave to walk home with my friend Chloe.
During that day there are random outbursts of glitter wars (I still have glitter stuck in my scalp) talks of how all of the experiments in science are caused by witchcraft, and the latest fight going on between two of my friends Sammi and Timber. Then there is my unfortunate list of injuries.
So far this year I have been hit with a basketball in the back and front of my head, been elbowed in the eye, had a shoe thrown at my eye, stabbed myself in the forehead with my pencil, got punched in the face, fell down the stairs (three times), got hit in the face with my locker, and then someone dropped a binder from the second floor, and I’m sure you can guess who it fell on.
And now that I’ve told you what my normal day is, I shall get to the real story, and here’s how it started:
I sniff the fresh air outside, and it smells like crap. That’s what I get for choosing to walk to school right after it rains. Somehow the polluted air surrounding us seems to add a little bit of flavor (more like smell) to the air. The clouds seem to rumble above me, and I start walking.
Everything is too brown to me. It’s the middle of spring, and so far nothing seems to be growing. To me, it feels like all the plants are hiding under ground, as if they’re afraid of something.
I start to run along the sidewalk, trying to hurry to Commonwealth Street. There I would meet up with my friend Destry, so we could walk to school.
I come towards the bottom of his street, and see Destry, tapping his wrist, as if he’s looking at a clock. “Hurry up, Jade!”
I continue walking, even slower than before. “I know you don’t have a wrist watch. You never do.”
Destry just sort of cocks his head and then smiles. He never seems to fool me. “Destry, every day you pretend to have a wrist watch, and every day you don’t. You’re never going to fool me.”
“Well,” Destry begins, but then stops. I guess I just have a way with words, or he’s taking a moment to think. Either way, I stumped him.
“Come on, let’s leave,” I say, interrupting his thoughts, “We need to go, or else we’ll be late.”
We run down the street, expecting to meet Eve, the crossing guard. Instead, a man in a red beanie was standing in her place (and while people wearing red beanies are extremely common, this man is not). The both of us slow down, attempting to try to stop (which for me doesn’t usually happen).
Slowly, the man in the red beanie turns towards us, his black eyes glowering at me. Immediately, Destry and I skid to a stop, resulting in me falling.
A hand reaches towards me, and I grab it, pulling myself up. “Thanks Destry,” looking up to see a pair of black eyes piercing my every flaw. “Oh, um, thank you, sir.” I shake dirt and dust off of my blue v-neck, and brush my white jeans. Lucky me, there’s already a black stain on my knees.
I realize that the crossing guard is still standing incredibly close to me, so I stand back. “May we cross the street?” The man adjusts his dull blue sweater, before realizing what I said.
The man’s eyes light up and his whole self seems to come more to life. His waxy, pale skin thickens, and the clouds over his dark eyes seem to part, almost as if his eyes were windows and he just drew the curtains back. Even his red beanie seemed to become more neon. Maybe it was something I said, or he probably just likes his stop sign.
His eyes focus on my face, and it almost looks like he’s smiling. It then vanishes as quickly as it came.
He quickly grabs the red hexagon on a stick, and walks us across the street. We reach the other end of the worn down sidewalk, and I extend my hand towards him. He stares at it, and then takes the stop sign and walks back to where he was standing before.
Destry and I stand in silence for a couple of moments, until he says, “Man, that guy was weird.”
A mysterious man that no one knows, wearing a red beanie, shaggy brown hair, stubble on his chin, wearing a dull blue sweater and worn jeans. I’ll have to remember him.


The Mysterious man in the red beanie…

Who was that girl, I thought they were supposed to all be extinct. I stare at the girl walk away with the blond kid. Something seems to be off about her. Better call this in. I reach for my flip cell phone, and dial a number I haven’t called in years.
The Boss answers, sounding grouchy, as usual. I probably just woke him up after his 5 year nap.
“No, this is definitely more important than your nap…. What? Oh well I just happened to see a Dreamer cross the street… yeah your Sleep Hounds detected her… oh, you want me to pick you up a taco on my way to the Underworld…sure I can do that.”
I close the phone with a smile across my face. Lucky me, I already stuck a tracker to her back pack. Now I don’t have to go stalk middle school kids for the rest of the day.
I walk back up the street, ignoring the helpless kids walking towards me, needing to cross the street.