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Tara: Dreams, are they real. Are they fake. Or are they just images that you think of. For the past week and a half I've been having weird dreams and I dont know how to get ride of them. ''Tara, come on sis'' I heard Blake voice ''Tara'' then a knock, I slowly sat up to see Blake staring at me ''Hey you okay, you were screaming last night again'' He told me. Okay my older brother Blake Hook is 18 one years older then me I'm 17 and in 11th grade at crystel high. We live in Ravenswod. Its a quite place and real peaceful. Our parents met in high school I can tell you a story sometime. As I changed into skinny jeans, black knee high boots with a small heel, a black tank top with a flannel wrap around my waist, I brush my medium length redish brown hair. I look in the mirror to see my silver blue eyes staring back at me ''Tara, ya ready'' My mother called down, I ran down to see Black in all black and brown hair spiked up. Top it off our eyes were the same ''Come on Tara'' Blake yelled. I grab my phone and my bag. Blake pulled in the parking lot into the school, as I got out of the van I went inside the school and to my locker. I went into the Lmc to see Hawkeye, only a friend I knew ''Hawke, hey.'' I said messing up his brown hair ''Ey kid'' Hawkeye is a year older then me and he lives on my block somewhere all I know he has a two year old sister at home ''Wheres your brother'' he ask me ''He went to class'' We went to the myth shelf ''What do you know about pranks'' I ask ''Not alot why'' I waved my hand and handcuff were on Hawkeye and a pole ''Bye'' I ran ''HOOK'' He yelled as I kept running.
Tara and Blake
