Dreaming of You

Adriana -The Prisoner Who Dreams of Freedom

At first the dreams were small clips of her in class or little flashes of her cheerleading. She seemed so happy; her parents loved her, she had friends, she had love in her life. The excact opposite of me. My parents won't look twice at me, any friend I had talked behind my back, and I couldn't find love anywhere. But my dreams of her kept me going, dreaming of a better life and helping repair mine. I tried making more friends and eventually made two which was all I needed. Still I was depressed and I couldn't fix my problem with my parents so I'll keep watching her. I want to protect her and watch her be happy no matter what. She won't get hurt like I did.

Present day

I woke up to my alarm blaring on my nightstand next to me. Today's dream wasn't anything special; just more clips of her cheerleading routines and volounteer work. I smiled thinking about what a perfect person she was turning out to be.

I got out of bed and did my morning routine. Downstairs was quiet this morning. Usually I could hear the snores of my hungover father on the couch. I guess he didn't come home last night.

I went down the stairs wearing a gray tank-top with a navy blue hoodie over it, black skinny jeans, and a pair of beat up blue Converse. I would have worn a grey hoodie but today I felt like looking somewhat optimistical. At least that's what Alyssa thinks, looks like she's rubbing off on me.

I looked around. The living room and kithen were empty. Yup, Dad wasn't home. Since it was 7:30 mom had already left for work. She wouldn't be home till 8:00 PM though. I made myself some toast and started out to school.

However, as soon as I opened the front door I saw a slumped over figure on the edge of the lawn. It was my dad. He probably was able to get a ride but couldn't even walk up the lawn.

I sighed and poked his head with my foot. He grumbled and rolled over. He slowly opened his bloodshot eyes. I helped him up and let him lean on me. Slowly I led him to the front door. As I got him settled on the couch I got an ice pack from the freezer and put on his forhead. He grumbled and went back to sleep.

Finally, after 10 minutes of getting my drunk father off the front lawn I headed towards school. There was no way I was going to make it there on time, but I didn't care.

I walked into my first class 15 minutes late and the teacher just gave me a stern look and pointed towards my seat. I sat down and slammed my books on the desk while giving the teacher a challenging glare. He just turned back to the board and continued.

My friend Theresa who sat next to me giggled.

"Your daily glares with Mr. B are rather amusing," she whispered.

"Hey, if it keeps the class entertained," I winked, " then I'll keep it up."

After another series of monotnous teachers telling us absolutely nothing useful, it was finally lunch. We sat down at our usual place with another friend of ours, Peter. I pulled out the sandwhich and a bottle of water.

Peter looked at my lunch pitifully, "That's your lunch?"

I shrugged, "Didn't have time to get anything else. Besides, my mom doesn't pack me an all-you-can-eat buffet."

Peter's lunch always consisted of a Italian bread cold-cut sandwhich, a bowl of mixed fruit, some kind of fruit drink, and as a bonus for being a good little boy, a pack of cookies. His mom was awesome.

"Here then, have my cookies," he said as he threw the plastic bag of cookies at me.

I ducked and it hit someone sitting at the table next to us. I laughed at Peter who looked pretty scared.

As I turned to see who it was I saw a familiar letterman's jacket. It hit Drake, the school's "famous" quarterback. Every girl of course wanted him, I wanted his helmet to fall off and give him a cuncussion. He also had a habit of bullying the unpopular kids including what he labled as the "Emo Group". He didn't scare me but he still scared Peter who was now freaking out.

I smirked and yelled, "Hey I'll be nice and let you keep them!"

His face grew even more angry and threw the cookies back at us. I again dodged the flying cookies and this time it hit Peter in the face.

Drake's groups if friends laughed at Peter's helplessness.

"Now only if you could've thrown like that at the last game!" I yelled. I knew I hit a weak point because last week our team totally lost 6 to 27 and a lot of people blamed Drake.

With a final grunt he got up and stormed out with the rest of his group following.

I laughed and turned to Peter who looked like he was going to cry. Theresa sat down with her school lunch and looked at me then Peter.

"So what'd I miss?"

Me and Peter looked at eachother then burst out laughing. Theresa just sat down with a I-don't-know-what-happened-but-its-still-funny look.

This is nice. Me laughing with friends, being confident, just feeling like I found a place in this world. She would be proud. I know she's telling me to make me life better, and I did... I just hope she knows what to do with her life too.

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