I dream. Quite often, I'll admit. I dream dreams of redemption, acceptance, hope, and love. I dream. Not at night, no night is the time of regret, of nightmares, of darkness. I dream during the day. When all is bright, when all is promising. When I seem to have a chance at a future. That is when I dream. I dream of the boy whose locker is not far at all from mine. I dream of becoming something in the world. I dream of being somebody other than just a small town girl. I dream of islands and professions and love. I dream of him a lot. Way too often to count. He makes me feel peaceful like a hurricane's eye. The destruction around me is overlooked because of the beauty and stillness of the center. And that is what I dream of. Because that is what I crave. The stillness, the peace, the calm, and the serenity.
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& I'm just a girl.
Short StoryI'm just a girl. But there's more to me then you'd think. After all appearances aren't everything. I think thoughts. I can assure you I am not just another dumb blonde. There are problems with the world. I'm simply trying to make them known.
