All Chapters of In The Arms of Morpheus : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Callie! Get up, and don't make me come up there!"The voice filtered through the pillow which covered my head, interrupting the dream in which I was making out with the delectable Damon Salvatore from Vampire Diaries. Arg! It's always the good dreams that get interrupted and never the ones where you're being chased by giant bunny rabbits who want to eat your brains.I pried my eyes open and stared at the ceiling of my lilac bedroom. When I was younger the walls had been decorated with ballerina posters and dolls and, even though the ballerinas and dolls had faded along with my childhood, the lilac walls remained."Callista Natalie Georgiou, I'm not speaking again! You're going to be late for school!"Who needs an alarm clock when you have a mother? I dragged myself out of bed and grabbed the first items of clothing which I laid my hands on – a baby blue vest and a pair of jeans – tugging them on unceremoniously. With that done, I ambled into the bathroom. My hair was a mess of dark

Friday morning started with a bang, quite literally. As soon as we arrived at the Science class, Mr Porter, a short and balding man who wore his goggles to every class, exclaimed excitedly that we were going to be testing chemical reactions in the presence of oxygen."But first, I will assign you all chemistry partners."I looked around, praying that I would get the same partner as I did last year. Amy Adkins was gifted when it came to all things scientific, and she revelled in completing every task at hand, thus most of the year, I barely lifted a finger. Amy exchanged a glance with me and smiled as our eyes met . I guess she felt as if we had established a friendship of sorts, even though we barely knew each other on a personal basis."Adkins, you're with Parker."My heart sank a little bit. Oh well, it just meant that this year, I would have to pull my weight."Ballios, you're with Georgiou."I caught myself before I groaned. Eric Ballios, aka Ricky, was the quarterback of our foot

I sat alone on a bench in the middle of the park, staring down at its peeling green paint and reading the names which had been scratched into it over the years. A gentle breeze tugged at my hair and the grey sky cast a sinister shadow onto the trees which lines the path, filling them with creatures only the imagination could see. There were none of the park’s usual patrons in view; no joggers stampeding their way along the paths or dog lovers taking man’s best friend for a walk and the sound of children’s laughter was notably missing. Strangely, this didn’t seem to bother me at all. Instead, I revelled in the solitude. A fine rain began to fall from the heavens, not enough to soak my clothing but enough to just dust my skin with its gentle caress. Ever since I was a child I had loved the rain. I used to sit by the window and watch it fall once I had given up asking my mother if I could play outside in it. Now, without my mother’s disapproving gaze, I raised my head to the skies, welco

It didn’t take long for Violet to rope our friendship circle into helping with the haunted house for the Halloween fair. In fact, the very day Kayla and I had planned on asking for her help regarding the Mr Peterson issue she had asked everyone to help paint backgrounds which would be hung up across the school gym creating the “house” effect. After a day packed with lesson after boring lesson, it felt rather liberating to put our creative sides to work. Josh, Violet’s on-again-off-again boyfriend, had dragged a giant piece of white cloth onto the floor for us to paint while Robert fetched the paints. The two boys couldn’t be further apart in appearance and character, however they had become best friends within moments of meeting one another. Josh was proud of his gothic-emo looks and made a point to keep his dyed black hair covering one eye at all times. Although the school forbade him to wear plain black or paint his nails with an equally sombre shade, he compensated by attaching ch

Morpheus. The word echoed in my mind as I was captivated by its appearance on the assignment I still clutched in my hands, my knees turned weak and I felt myself slide into the chair opposite my father as he marked furiously. Why was this word plaguing me? Surely this wasn’t a coincidence. A few moments later, I looked up from the paper I had been staring at and met my father’s hazel-brown eyes which were filled with a mixture of concern and amusement.“What is wrong kori? Did that Ricky boy do anything or say anything bad to you? I will sort him out for you if you want.”I could see that his mind was swirling with weird and wonderful sins Ricky could have committed to offend me.“No Baba, nothing’s wrong. I was just curious, who is Morpheus? This student wrote his assignment on him but I’ve never heard of him mentioned in Greek history.”My father’s eyebrow shot up in a horrified expression,