The bus jerks forward as it stops. Dave heads to 1st hour with nothing in his head but the dream. What did it mean? What was the feeling? He couldn't describe it, the thought circled in his head.
1st period is study hall, it's in the auditorium and he always sits in the back with this kid named Howie. The barely knew each other, but to Dave Howie was the only thing good in his life anymore.
"Sup Dave, how's you?" Howie always talks like he's 12
Dave didn't know weather to tell him about the dream or not but who else would he tell? He had no one else. But he had t get this feeling out of his head.
"I don't know. I had a horrible nightmare last night," it felt wrong to talk about
"Whats it 'bout?"
"That's the thing." Dave said faster then he expected to. "I don't remember but I remember the feeling i had and i want to know what it means. I need to know what it means. It was like i was on fire but it was.. cold? Like it was fire and it felt like fire but it was room temperature and not hurting me.. that was the feeling." It felt so good to get off his chest and say. He studied Howie's face as he waited for a response.
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The interesting Brain of Dave Hartman
De TodoIt was Dave's first day in high school as a junior. He had one of the weirdest schedules among the students: French 1, pre-calculus, American literature, band, chemistry, and US history. It is 5:30 in the morning and his alarm clock just went off.
