| Chapter 3 |
| The next morning when William woke up, he couldn�t get the picture of the red head girl from the painting off his mind. The night before he had dreamt of the girl�s eyes following him as he walked by in the hallway. But before he could get to his room her arm came out of the painting and had grabbed him by the collar. The scene repeated over and over in his sleep. He shook his head thinking of the dream and continued to put his shirt on. He headed out the door of his bedroom and started to walk to the Kitchen for breakfast, but as he neared the painting he slowed his pace. William stopped in front of the picture and stared at it hard. He wanted to prove to himself that the dream wasn�t real. William studied the girl�s faces, trying to find something. Anything. When he was satisfied that nothing happened, he continued to the kitchen. �Good morning William!� Harry cried cheerfully. �Morning Harry. Why are you up so early? � And dressed for that matter? I thought you were the one who slept in?� William said grumpily. �Well, actually it�s 8 in the morning, so today you were the one sleeping in. And for your big fat information I�m dressed, because we�re going to visit Grandma for tea at 9:30 remember?� Harry explained. �Oh, I forgot.� William mumbled as he sat down at the table with a bowl of cereal. �You ok William? You don�t look so good.� Asked Harry. �I didn�t get much sleep that�s all.� William stared at his cereal, playing with it. �Maybe you�re sick.� �Maybe, I feel a bit drowsy.� He replied. �Well, you stay home. I�ll tell Grandma that you couldn�t come, because you�re ill. She�ll understand.� Harry said. �Thanks Harry.� William walked back upstairs, head low and sniffling. He casually walked to his room, but he stopped short of the door when he heard someone whisper his name. |