Escape From Reality

The School Day

It has been a week since that extremely odd dream.

The next few days, I half expected myself to have another lucid dream but it never seemed to happen. After pondering over my experience, I came to the logical conclusion that the boy must be some figment of my imagination that I dreamed into my dream somehow. I did some research during my spare time this week in the computers at the local library and found out that only some people can control their lucid dreams. And only sometimes. So I guess that's why a boy appeared instead of my mother. I simply could not control my lucid dream.

Throughout this entire week, the boy's face flitted across my mind from time to time. I couldn't get over the realness of the dream. The feel of the dirt on my hands. The way the leaves rustled as I got up. It all seemed very real, as if I was actually there in the forest. I wondered what the boy's name was, and why my mind dreamed up of him. I waited for myself to lucid dream again,to see that mysterious boy once more. There was just something about him that intrigued me.

However, after waiting for a week, I quickly realised it was not going to happen anytime soon. I eventually decided to dismiss it as a one off incident. There was no point getting hung up on imaginary boys that I made up in my head. As much as I would like to find out more, I had to face reality.

It was raining cats and dogs outside today. I groaned loudly as I pulled on my windbreaker, dreading the cold walk to school today. It was freezing outside and I had no choice but to brave the freezing rain since my dad had already left for work before I even woke up. I slung my backpack over my shoulder as I got ready to leave the house.

Since there were puddles almost everywhere, I grabbed a plastic bag to carry my sneakers. Instead, I slipped on my rubber boots. Grabbing the nearest umbrella, I headed out of the house and into the rain. The walk to school was fairly short, only a good fifteen minutes, but in the pouring rain, it felt very much longer. Chills ran through me,like invisible snakes crawling throughout my body.

My rubber boots splashed in puddles as I made my way to school, the boots squelching beneath my feet. The wind howled as it tried to blow my hair in several different directions. During the miserable cold walk to school, I thought about how if this was a few years ago, I would have been walking with my friends.

Penny would have been complaining to me about her annoying little sister, and Milan would have been begging me to let her copy my homework. I smiled at the thought of them. I really missed my friends.

However, my dad just had to move us to a new town. He claimed it was because of work,but I knew it was because it was getting too painful to stay. The pitiful looks we got whenever we met friends and the whispers people made behind our back got too much for him to handle. Since we moved here in the middle of the school year, everyone already made friends with each other. I was still a grieving mess then, so I distanced myself from everyone. No one bothered to reach out to the mess that was me, so I didn't make any friends. Instead,I made an enemy. Layla Wilson, the unofficial queen of the school. Literally,the worst person to make enemies with. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she committed murder and got away with it. Teachers fawn over her every word, and most students steered well clear of her.

I accidently incurred her wrath when I tripped her in the hallway not long after I started school. I was just leaning against the wall outside my classroom, exhausted from a tiring day at school. While debating if I should go already, I suddenly heard a loud thud. Moments later,a shriek followed.I never forgotten the sound, a shriek so high pitched it probably could crack a dozen wine glass.

It turns out Layla wasn't looking where she was going and stupidly tripped over my outstretched feet. She was most likely too busy talking to see where she was going. Students who witnessed the event were barely holding in their laughter at the sight of the queen bee laying sprawled on the floor. Layla was so embarrassed, her face was glowing the brightest shade of red I ever seen. She angrily whipped her head around to glare at the laughing students, who immediately stopped their laughter upon her deathly glare.