Chapter II - The Reality

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"Josh, I'm not gonna ask you again, please get up and come for breakfast." Samuel's annoyed voice awakens me from my dream. I'm a bit lost for a moment, did I just have an entire dream about my first day at school? Yes, you did, you dumbfuck. Okay, shut up brain, unless you want to explain how come this dream was THIS realistic. 

I finally get up from bed, this time for real, and take the quickest shower of my life before my dear sweet brother decides to murder me. At least you wouldn't have to go to school and have to pretend to fit in. My brain is clearly the main source of my positivity towards life, insert sarcasm here. Let's just call him Jack. Did you just name your brain? Yes, I did, now shush. I put on black skinny jeans with black converse and a dark grey sweatshirt. 

When I arrive downstairs both my father and brother have already finished their breakfast and are staring at me like I committed a crime. "I'm sorry I'm late, I swear I thought I had gotten up, I had like a whole dream about it." I raise my hands defensively and fill a mug with coffee. 

"Are you going to start telling us about your dreams now, Joshy?" Samuel mocks me and starts to clear the table. I decide to ignore him and drown out my coffee. "You're not gonna eat anything?" He raises his eyebrow looking at me and I shake my head. "I'm all set, let's go."

Samuel knows better than to push me on these things so he just lets it go and grabs his bag. I put my backpack over my shoulder and follow him to his car. Quite different from your dream, huh? No hot girl standing by your doorway. I roll my eyes at stupid Jack and that earns me a look from Samuel like I am crazy. "What, Sam? I have a double personality, you should know this by now."

We just listen to music on the rest of the way to what will now be my new high school. No matter how much I try, I just cannot shake off the dream that I had. For once, I thought I was beginning to have a shot at happiness, one that you did ruin during the dream may I add, but I do believe that it's better off as a dream. There's no way that I will allow myself for get close to someone, let alone fall for them. I mean, sure, I can have one or two people that I know but never like close friends or anything, that's a part of me I will never be able to get back. 

My thoughts are interrupted by the car coming to a stop. I look around me and see what seem to be happy groups of teenagers but we never know what is going through their minds, their real feelings. At a distance, I see two kids that look like they don't enjoy being surrounded by people, they barely talk to each other. Maybe, if they are in my class, those would be the best people to be around, and blend in. Nobody seems to pay any attention to them anyway. 

"I hope you have a first good day, Josh. And please, just please, try to make some friends while you're at it, 'aight?" Sam briefly hugs me goodbye and starts walking towards the school. I linger for a couple moments, trying to prepare myself for the return to a normal life. School isn't something that bothers me, I am able to pay attention and to have good grades, I could have even higher if I just tried to care more. At last, I make my move towards the gate and head directly to the principals office, the only thing remotely similar to my dream.

I knock on the door and the office is exactly as it was in my dream, full of trophies and everything. Creepy isn't it, Josh? I mentally roll my eyes at Jack so that I'm not already considered a nut job by the principal as well. He walks me through the programs and extra curricular activities the school has, one of which my brother teaches as well. Samuel has spent a lot of time trying to convince me to join his music classes due to him strongly believing that I can play the piano just as well as he can. I have turned him down all those times. You have because you are stupid and full of mommy issues, since mommy would always take you to piano lessons, now you refuse to play it.

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