Run. 

That was the only thought she had. Smoke rushed to greet her. Fire burned though her. 

AHHH, she screamed, stumbling. 

She tried to get up, but to her horror, her legs were nothing but ash. She turned back, and amid all the fire, was- for a flicker- a door. Then, the fire consumed her.

 Huff, huff, Naomi woke up in a start. 

Her fingers trembled. Sweat drenched her body, and her skin felt clammy and cold.

  A nightmare, that's all it is. She firmly told herself. I had nightmares before....But did nightmares reoccur every night? 

"Ugh." Naomi groaned, burying her head into the pillow. 

Glancing at the clock that flashed 6:12, Naomi dragged herself to the shower. The cold water drowned out her worries, and she wished she could just stay there forever.

"Nicky?" Mom called out, still in pajamas.

 Nicky was her pet name for Naomi.

 "I-I'm- its fine mom. I just had that nightmare again." Naomi murmured, turning away.

 "Oh honey...what nightmare?" Mom refused to leave, and instead leaned down very comfortably on the door frame. 

"You know, like the one I told you about yesterday?" Naomi rolled her eyes, and pretended like it was no big deal.

 "Nicky, I don't recall that."

 Seeing the clueless look, Naomi felt something near annoyance. 

"You know what? Never mind." Naomi turned off the shower, and said "I'm coming out."

 This time Mom got the clue, and threw one last look -sadness? Confusion?- at Naomi before leaving. 

 After getting out of the shower, Naomi shrugged off the remaining droplets of water before getting dressed for school. As much as she won't admit it, she was pretty rich, attending a private school and all. At least I don't have to wear a uniform for school. Naomi quickly picked out a beige cashmere sweater, and Saint Laurent jeans.

Wait...what's this?

On the corner of her eye, Naomi spotted a... pink Gucci tulle dress? 

This is too small to fit me. Probably big enough for a 12 year old me....though this girly was never my style...A small headache interrupted her line of thought. 

Probably nothing. 

Snatching up her phone, Naomi looked at her missed messages. 

"I made you pancakes as you requested yesterday," Hayley chirped. 

Hayley was the Naomi's cook/ maid. She was only in her twenties, and was more of Naomi's friend than an actual maid. The only other worker in the Vivanne family was a housekeeper named Greta Doubtingliv. Greta was in her early fifties, and was like an elderly grandmother. Texting a quick hello, Naomi accepted the plate. 

"Thanks Hayley," Naomi said.

Pancakes? Is Mom and I getting dementia or something? How come I don't remember anything about that? 

However, the pancakes were delicious. 

"Hey Greta!" Naomi shouted at the housekeeper.

 "Yes dear?" Greta smiled. 

"Is Dad driving or you?"

 "Mr. Vivianne is waiting in the car."

 Greta turned back and resumed dusting. Running down the stairs, Naomi plopped into the car. 

"Hi Dad." 

"Hi Willow," Dad turned around and ruffled her hair. 

"ACK, Dad!" Naomi yelped and shot him a glare.

 Willow was her middle name. When she was younger, Naomi often complained about this; What was the point of naming me Naomi if nobody would actually call me that? She would pout. 

"Your mom is picking you up," Dad reminded. 

Naomi nodded and stared out the window. 

They soon arrived at the large brick school.

 "Bye," Naomi glanced back and waved. 

"Hey Naomi!" A girl yelled and hugged her.

That girl was Selina and Naomi's best friend since grade 2. Although Selina and Naomi was both 15 and in grade 10, they couldn't be more different. Naomi was smart, got black belt in taekwondo, and was more of an introvert; Selina hated nearly all school subjects, preferred art over sports, and was a big extrovert. 

"Hey Selina," Naomi smiled and half-hugged back, "On a scale of one to ten, how messy is my hair?"

 "Zero," Selina sighed, "I wish I had wavy hair." 

They even looked different; Naomi was European with long and wavy dirty blonde hair, dark green eyes, and fair skin. On the other hand, Selina was Asian, had straight black hair, dark brown eyes, and beige skin. 

"I love your hair!" Naomi laughed, "C'mon, lets head to class." 

Class was fairly normal, with Math as their first block.

 "What did you get for question 9?" Selina ran over right after the class finished. 

"I can't believe we had a pop quiz," Selina groaned.

 "It's not that hard," Naomi nudged Selina, "I got 28 degrees Celsius- I think."

 "I got 245.29 Fahrenheit!" Selina pretended to cry.

 Naomi didn't know whether to cry or laugh herself. 

"The problem was in Celsius, and do you seriously think that a baby turtle will still be alive in 245.2-whatever Fahrenheit??"

 The two went on for a while like this before arriving at English. 

 After English, lunch rolled around, and Naomi decided to go to the roof with Selina to eat. 

"What do you have?" Selina peeked into her lunchbox, "I got lobster risotto." 

"Nice! I have mac-and-cheese." Naomi said. 

"Ooh, isn't that your favourite or something?" Selina teased. Naomi smiled and stayed silent. It was true that Hayley's five-cheese mac-and-cheese was something that she always found comfort in.

 "The bell's going to ring," Naomi said instead. 

"That's the problem," Selina sighed woefully. "By the time we run up all the stairs, the time is up," She sighed again, "What's the point of paying like 50k a term if they won't even install elevators?"

 Selina was the spoiled daughters of millionaires that had an elevator to everywhere. 

"Anyways, do you want to go to my house today? I promise there are elevators there."

 It was often like this; Selina talking and Naomi listening silently.

 "Sure," Naomi took out her phone, "I'm just going to text my mom before I forget." 

After seeing that the message was sent, Naomi pocketed the phone. 

"I can't wait to show you my new shoe collection! I got some new heels and some summer slippers!" Selina started to talk again, "OMG, do you know what would be super bad-ass looking? You doing a high kick in heels!" 

 "Come on, come on, come on!"

 School just ended and Selina was already nagging Naomi. 

"We go to each others house like once a week you know," Naomi raised an eyebrow.

 "Still! I'm so bored at home! Mom went to Paris-again." Selina pouted. 

"Oh you poor little girl." Naomi sighed, "I suppose having a billion dollars isn't good enough for you." 

"Stop teasing me!" Selina's face turned bright red, "It's not like your family isn't rich too or something." 

"I'm kidding alright!" Naomi giggled, "C'mon, Mr. Bobvi is here." 

Selina instantly forgot about everything and dragged Naomi over.

 "Hi Bob!" Selina cheerfully said.

 Naomi cast a pitying look at the poor driver before getting on the car. 

"Let's go get ice-cream first?" Selina asked. 

"Oooh, that fancy gelato place in downtown?" Naomi looked through her bag, "I think I brought my wallet, do you want to drop by the mall downtown as well?" 

"How can I say no?" Selina laughed, "Bob, to downtown!"