How I Died Dreaming

Don

There he was. The hottest guy in the school. Don, short for Donald and short for Cuuuuuute! Anyone who saw him could fall head over heels for him in a split second! He was on the wrestling team and was the only boy in the school with a caring personality, unlike the other losers! There was just one thing wrong, I was practically invisible. Like glass, I was always around but to the bare eye I was hardly noticeable unless further inspection.

I bet I was staring at him so hard that he unexpectedly noticed and started walking my way. This has to be a dream! Someone pinch me! Thats when I realized, yes, I am in a dream.

Then it all came crashing down. Like an old record playing a relaxing song and suddenly begin to scratch and skip around. Don wasn’t looking at me, he was looking at Sandy, my best friend! He didn’t dare to look at me and continued walking in her direction as if she was a siren and he was a sailor being lured to her. What was going on? What does Don see in Sandy that he doesn’t see in me? I felt overlooked, did he really just look through me as if I wasn’t even there, like I was invisible? My body began to heat up pretty quickly, I realized my face began to tense up and my eyebrows point down the center of my nose. This always happen I said to myself as I turned my back to the disgraceful scene. Everything begins like a sweet dream then it all turns into one big, horrible, nightmare.