She never knew how many people were in her life. So many people supporting her in all she wanted to do. She was a musician, beautiful really, played the trombone with the loudest, fullest sound you could imagine. The growl of the instrument shook the building as she played which was quite funny because she was a small thing just 100lbs and as skinny as a twig. Blonde hair and green eyes like the waves of the ocean and long thick eyelashes like wings of a bird. She dreamed she could fly away with them someday, so she did.
With a flutter of the eyes and a small jump off the ever so soft ground she was in mid air, just hovering for a little bit letting the wind blow through her hair as birds flew past at whizzing speed. She cried out to the world telling it she could do anything as she flew off to wherever she was going.
The air was sweet and she imagined the clouds as cotton candy, pink and fluffy as she soared around with a fwoosh of her arms. She had wanted so badly to fly away, from the people who laughed at her and the people who cared for her. She didn't quite like being cared for. But it was all to good to be true of course as she plummeted towards the ground. And she knew it was all over, just another dream as she landed on the grass with a small thud.
She woke the next day a bit soar from the fall but was still forced to school, same as always. She knew she could not fly and it was all a dream but I do believe that was her problem, she did not BELIEVE in her dreams so they would never come true. Sadly she had the power to make them but could not believe in herself enough.
The end of school was near as the teacher rasped the ruler on her desk "McKinley! Have some respect and do wake up!" She hissed, showering McKinley with her foul breath. Now the whole class knew she was not sleeping just daydreaming. She did this quite a lot.
Walking home she snuck around the house and climbed up the out of place bricks to her room window, she didn't want to make any contact with her father who was about the only person she thought cared about her. Like I said before, she doesn't like people caring for her that much.
You see, she doesn't like being loved of cared for. I think because she has never let anyone in.
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14 Dreams of Reality
Fantasy14 year old McKinley Freeburg is a fabulous trombone player and dreamer. She dreams One day when her dreams of the perfect life come true, she realizes she doesn't want to be stuck in this false reality any more as she struggles to get out.
