Chapter 1 of the Untitled Book

I opened up my eyes.
I found myself in my bed, my hands in the same spot I left them before I went to bed last night. I slowly rose up because my head was hurting. I must have hit it on my headboard on my bed. I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Just a dream." I mumbled to myself as I got out of bed.
I went downstairs to see if my dad was home. Nope; he's already gone to work. He's a lawyer. Always working on cases and never home. Never.
I'm alone in the house, so I just make myself toast, since I hate cooking, and I don't wanna make a fire in the kitchen; not again, after what I did last year when I heard that my mom was gonna go live with my aunt, since she's having depression. I tried to stop her from leaving, so i tried to make dinner, That ended up making black-aroni and cheese, and a nine year old girl very disappointed.
While the toast was in the toaster, I grabbed the TV remote, and sat on the couch across from the kitchen. I turned it on and flipped through channels. I stopped on this movie since nothing good is usually on at nine in the morning on a Sunday afternoon besides news and Playhouse Disney; both of them I will never watch because of the chances of me dying or boredom, or falling asleep.
It was a girl; she was running through a pasture, getting away from a horrid man with a bloody chainsaw in his hands; sort of like Friday the 13th but alot less bloody, and scary.
It reminded me of the dream I had. The running,m the screaming, but she didn't have a mysterious guy running to her and helping her. All the pictures of the dream were running through my head all at once. It started spinning, and I couldn't focus.
I then got startled by the toast popping out of the toaster, and the dream went away, making my head stop spinning. I changed the channel and 
After I ate, I went back up to my room, and got over the weird dream I had; I doubted it was anything important.