A Dream that Won't Come True

English Class

1st person pov~

As I sit through another signiture lecture from our English teacher, I put down my book sigh and look to the right at my friend. He looks intensely at the desk with the 'I'm surrounded by idiots' face. I agree with that. Nobody in this class can't listen and can't keep their mouths shut. As she finishes her talk about respect and going to ISS, she walks over to her desk and pulls out pens and pencils for those who 'forgot' theirs in their lockers. I don't get it. Why would she give things like pencils to the kids that disrespect her? Its stupid. She's not a very good teacher anyways.

"Sam? Do you know what we did yesterday?" I hear my friend ask me.

"Oh, uhm yeah. I do." I say as I pull out yesterday's assignment.

"Here. All we did was the first page and a half." I say as I hand him the papers.

"Thanks." He says as he looks over the questions. I watch as his eyes move quickly across the page: Speed reading. I don't understand how he can read so fast. Maybe it's a talent. A natural gift from the gods.

As our English teacher finally gets class started, I open my book and start to read. I'm pulled into the book and in a matter of seconds I'm in a strange world. Walking around in the woods looking for a path that leads out. I imagine the trees and the path that was once there. I looked at the weird flowers surrounding me as I sit there and cry. I hear a cat. A faint meowing from the branches above my head. As I look up to see what I thought was a cat, I fall out of my chair.

¡KATHUMP!

Ow. Damn that hurt. I try to stand up and it hurt more. I have a bad habit of putting my feet in the book rack that's connected under my seat.

"Sam, are you okay?" I look up to see my friend standing over me. How did he get there so quickly?

"Yeah I'm fine." As I go to stand up I immediately fall back down, "Oww!"

"What happened back there!?" My teacher says as she walks towards us.

"She fell out of her chair and hurt herself. She can't stand." My friend explains. He's so kind.

"Help her go to the nurses. She'll give you some ice for your ankle." My teacher explains as she writes us a note.

As we walk, (or I should say that I was being dragged and he was limping along) I apologize for forcing him to do this and getting dragged into my mess.

"It's alright. I don't think it was a mess. I get caught up in a good book too every once in a while." I smile at that thought. Well, I know he reads a lot and he usually zones out when he reads his books. Where is he going with this?

He then looks away and clears his throat.

"Then again, I don't ever fall out of my chair and hurt myself when I do!" He says jokingly. There it is. His point to why he was saying that he get caught up in books. I scoff loudly at his remark.

"Whatever! Its a good book and I was in the moment, that is, until I fell!" We both laugh and before we knew it, we had reached the nurse's office.