The Life of a Dreamer

Chapter 6

Here we go.

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We moved from the trailer and I was in school.

I remember my dad had taken us to she where the trailer once stood. He said they burned it down because of the roaches, It was my first home, and I missed is very much.

I was put into a Private School, I was in kindergarden, 5 years old. I had I had two friends I remember with out a doubt Adam S., a bad kid and I wanted to be exactly like him, and Francine she had red hair like Blossom. I also had a kiddy crush on this Japanese girl, Ria,

Kindergarden was strange and Dramatic. Adam S. would do a lot of things, and I would do them too. We would try to stay up through nap time, we never did. I remember during nap time I would comb Francine's hair with my fingers until we both fell asleep.

Adam would do a lot of mean things to the girls, he would have me pretending I was a dog and chase than, steal their things, and I hated every moment of it but I did it.

Adam was bad and there I was trying to be just like him. He would hit the bathroom doors as we were walking pass them in a line, and me too right behind him. One time I had over heard our teacher yell at him for something he did, I didn't know what he did, he probably push a girl on the floor, I don't know, all I wanted was to be like him, so I went up to my teacher and said, "Look at what I could do!" I picked up a rock, put it in my mouth, and my teacher told me to spit it out, It was not the reaction I wanted.

Ria and I we so small, but we did everything together at one point we were both on the floor during recess we hid in her short black hair she kissed me on the cheek and I kissed her back.

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I was so adorable. Jk

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Dream World,

When I was young there was a dream I kept having, but in different ways.

I was back at the trailer my first home well I kept coming back and I would be around the neighborhood and I would go inside, fire would engulf the whole thing leaving me only seconds to get out, If it weren't a fire then It would be a giant spider, I am terrified by spiders. Each time I had this dream I would remember less and less of my home the dream kept altering, but no matter how different it look it still was my first home, I dreamt this dream until the age of seven.