Just a Dream

Hoo boy! That was a close one. Or at least, it sure felt that way.

I sit up in bed and look at Georgia standing there.

“I was having the craziest dream,” I say. “There I was, hanging off the edge of a cliff, ready to drop. I even got to see my whole life flash before my eyes like they do in movies.”

“Oh yeah?” Georgia says. “Did your recap include all of your colossal screw-ups? You got kicked out of Camp Wannamorra. You practically got kicked out of Cathedral School for the Arts. And don’t even get me started about Hills Village.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for the reminders,” I say.

“You better hope Airbrook Arts School takes you back,” Georgia says. “If not, then maybe you should start looking for a cliff, because Mom’s going to kill you. You don’t have too many chances left, Rafe.”

My sister isn’t just a world-class pain in the butt. She’s also annoyingly smart. I never would have thought of it that way, but she’s right. That nightmare of mine makes perfect sense.

“Oh, one other thing,” Georgia says. Then she reaches under her chin, pulls back the loose flap of skin hanging there, and PEELS HER ENTIRE FACE RIGHT OFF HER SKULL!!!