Moondreamer

Our youth group wanted a new place to meet, so we get a huge mansion. We each have a bedroom with our name artistically added to it. I find Kieran's, Devin's, and Megan's. I never found mine. We all go back downstairs to have the meeting. During the meeting, I'm accused of having to go to swim practice and leaving early. This is morning, swim is at night, so I stomp off and go up some unexplored stairs. I find Aelita Andre, the four year old artist that I'm doing a report on. She glares at me and starts singing "Set Fire to the Rain" by Adele. All of a sudden, I'm outside with my brothers and parents. Everyone else is gone. Fire is all around the city, and terrorists are on their way to bomb the mansion. Dad decides to blow it up himself. I agree, thinking that he will follow us while we run from the bomb, but sad music starts to play as he walks off, like in a movie. I realize that he would be blown up in the attack, and grab him. I refuse to let him sacrifice himself. So we all run away, he throws the bomb on top of the building as he runs. Mom is lagging, but sprints, jumps, lands on one foot on top of a six foot fence, jumps off, and lands on her face. After a second, she gets up and starts running again. As we all climb the fence, I see little Aelita running as fast as her four year old legs can run. I realize that she'll be caught in the blast. Scene shifts, I'm in a newroom watching a threat screen. The blue warning is just here and there. All off a sudden, a massive blue circle appears. I hear my parents talking in the backround.

Me, my parents, some boy, and his parents are all at a bed and breakfast. Something happened and the curtains started catching on fire and disintegrating. The boy, who looked remotely like my friend Andy, grabbed the last unlit curtain and tried to blow the flames out. I jumped onto a chair and grabbed the other end, trying to help him put it out. They just wouldn't go away, so the bed and breakfast owner, she said "Just leave it be, I have to buy new ones anyway." So we let go off it and it immediately swings back onto the flames and disappears. We apologize, but she says the donut maker guy did it, not us. We go see the poor guy, he looks at the andy-lookalike-kid and says that he's his real father. The boy's parents look at him and nod. The boy just shrugs and picks a donut. The donut was gray, the same color as his apparent father's shirt.