Masked Love

Chapter 5

As I enter from a darkness, I found myself in a bustling concert hall, bathed in a golden glow.
The stage was set, and there, in the spotlight, stood my idol, Taylor Swift. My heart raced as I approached, starstruck, unable to contain my excitement.

"Taylor!" I gushed, words tumbling out in a swift flurry.
We chatted like we were BFFs, talking music, dreams, and our mutual obsession with cats.

Then, plot twist! I spotted my friends ,
totally clueless of my secret Swiftie devotion.

  PANIC MODE ACTIVATED.

I  desperately tried to salvage the situation, but their judging eyes pierced through me.
I could feel their judgy faces right through my soul.

And there, right in the midst of my social nightmare, stood my crush, "Geometry" , looking at me with a mix of disappointment and confusion and says "this is our crucial age to study and you're distracting yourself with such atrocities"

(Yeaa, I'd rather be here than the physics lecture, geometry <3)

As the dream world blurred, my heart pounded harder. I was torn between my fangirl heart and my fear of judgment. Just as the dream threatened to crumble , I woke up, breathless and disoriented.

In the wake of my dream, I was left with a mix of emotions.
Relief flooded over me, grateful it was just a dream.
But this lingering cringe reminded me of the secret Swiftie in me. I chuckled to myself, grateful for the wild ride my sleep-deprived brain gave me.

As I slowly opened my eyes, the dim light of the morning filtering through the window, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my mom standing over me, a smirk on her face.

"Wake up, Jeni," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're going to be late for school."

I groggily sat up, rubbing my eyes. I had just been in the middle of a vivid dream, one that had felt so real, I could almost still feel the weight of my mom's taunts in my ears.

"You're in 11th grade now," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You need to start taking your studies seriously. You're not going to amount to anything if you keep slacking off."

I sighed, feeling the familiar sting of her words. Why did she always have to be so harsh?

"I'll get up," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just need to finish this dream."

My mom raised an eyebrow. "Dream? What dream?"

"It was just...a dream. Forget it."

But my mom wasn't so easily dismissed. "What was it about?" she pressed. "Did you finally have a dream that wasn't about failing your exams or getting kicked out of school?"

I sighed again, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

"It was about...I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "Just a dream. Forget it."

My mom nodded, her expression unreadable. "Okay, but you need to start taking your studies seriously. You're not going to have a dream about being successful if you don't put in the effort."

I nodded, feeling the weight of her words. She was right, of course. I needed to start taking my studies more seriously. But sometimes, I just wished she could see me for who I was, rather than who she wanted me to be.

"Anyways,let's just get ready and go to school, my bitches will let me be myself and have fun"