Fake Smile To Match Her Style

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Feburary 15th 2009

I put my pencil to my notebook but then my mind went blank. only my dream for filled my mind:

I'm sitting by the pool, putting chemicals in. i look in the water and see a reflection.

The reflection was of a boy with blond hair and brown roots, beautiful blue eyes.

He doesn't say anything, either do i.

He takes the chemicals and does my job for me. I look up at him and he looks back.

"you are beautiful" He says, not moving. i only smile.  i move my lips to say thank you but no words come out.

he looks at me, i know he is waiting for me to say thank u.

i try to say thank you but no sound comes out.

"you shouldn't be doing this work" he says, his eyes locked with mine.

Its my job, i try to say. nothing. no sound. not a word. i begin to cry. why cant i talk?!

i get out of remembering my dream. i look at my paper.

i had drawn the scene from my dream and wrote it.

 Does my dream mean something? why would he call an ugly girl beautiful?

"Blake!" someone yelled outside my door.

"yes Mum?" i say opening the door. it was NOT my mum...

"we need to talk" the women says.

Thats when my life changed forever....

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