The Boy in My Dreams

Chapter 1

He sat down exactly two rows and three seats over from my chair, but I was trying to look like I didn't notice. Instead, I stared straight ahead, my eyes never straying from the car magnets on the whiteboard. Well, okay. Maybe I did peek a few times. But he never looked up from his sketchbook.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name's Christy. I'm about medium height, with brown eyes and long, curly blond hair, just to give you a picture. When I was little, I used to think I was beautiful because of my hair. The popular, pretty girl always had blond hair, right? But now I'm not so sure. I just classify myself as "average all around". I'll be sixteen soon, which means driving! But that also means drivers ed. That's where you caught me.

I hated that class. Did they really expect twenty teenagers to come for three hours after school every day for two weeks? And finish all of our homework, not to mention sports? We didn't even learn anything. All we did was sit around and watch sad, gross movies about why we should wear our seat belts and not drink and drive. And to make matters worse, I, well I hate to admit this, but I didn't have any friends with me. I suck at making new friends. I've had the same tight circle of friends since kindergarten.

Anyway, I was sitting there in class, finally the last day, when my ex walked in. That killed my mood. He hadn't come to any other classes, just that last one. After looking up in shock when he walked in, I just went back to the magnets and tried to remember if I'd had a dream recently. This kept me busy for the rest of class. I zoned right through the movies, and at six I skipped out the door before Chris would notice me.