'"It's not funny anymore, I give up, you can come out now B" the dark haired thirteen year old yelled. He had been playing hide and seek with his two year old sister and he couldn't find her any where. Just then he saw a figure dressed head to toe in black run out of the house holding a bundle' Baylee woke up, the dream had started last christmas and she still hadn't told anyone about it. The dream was bugging her and now she wasn't getting enough sleep and her boyfriend was the only one who noticed something wrong.
'The Puerto Rican boy yelled "Angel where are you, Mom Angel ran off again" or so he thought Angel was three and the boy was twelve years old and got annoyed with his little sister running off all the time' Angel woke up she hated that dream because it just reminded her of her old habit of running off. She had had that habit since she was two and she kept running off in her sleep to this day if the door wasn't kept locked at night. Angel hadn't felt comfortable to tell people of the habit let alone the dream that she had been having since her birthday in September.