Just a dork with an imagination

chapter 1

Blee doooooooooo 

Just a dork with an imagination

And then the unicorn revealed his giant shiny sword and ran toward his arch nemesis mr. Pegasus...  

" how about you tell us the answer Dana?". My eyed widen, my heart is now beating out of my chest. And it falls onto the ground in front of everyone, the class screams with disgust. "uhhh... Well I think that.. Yeah umm.. Yeah thats all I have to say" I reply to my history teacher. " nice try daydreamer, pay attention".

Crap. That was close, just incase you arent also a daydream and don't know what that means, I think ALOT. The way I see it is that your imagination is your escape out of planet earth. The world is full of People who judge and bring you down. No one is judged in Hogwarts, everyone is unique in Narnia and you can be yourself at terabithia. So that's where I spend most of my time. My imagination is my safe haven, everyone has their own.  

The bell rings in my ear and I roll my eyes, the unicorn was just about to win! With the loud noise of chair legs scraping, everyone escapes the class and runs outside.

I slowly walk out the class and into the hall which has a daily stampede and I always seem to have to head the opposite way to the charging animals. " uh, excuse me. Can I just..". BOOM. I fall to the ground and everything is playing in slow motion, I can see my books flying everywhere as I trip over someone's bag. My head aches from the impact of the fall. I rub my temple and attempt to sit up. Someone stands on my hand and the pain brings me to the ground again. I shuffle along the ground to the side of the hall and lean against the lockers. I just sit there for a while, thinking about unicorns and rainbows.

Suddenly I realize that all my belongings were now scattered across the hallway. My pencils, text book and my special book. I urge forward and search everywhere for my book. This is my special book because it's where I write all my stories and daydreams. I NEED to find that book. By now the hall is almost clear and I can see my things. They must have been kicked around as half of them were a few meters away from where I am. There are loose pages along the ground, the sheets my teachers always told me to glue in. I crawl overto the nearest book and pick it up while dodging the few feet in my way. I decide to stand up and walk to find the rest, my heart starts to slow down when I see the cover of my dreamer book. With a sigh of relief I pick it up off the ground. But there is something wrong with my book, it's not my book. The picture in the front is almost the same to the one I drew onto mine and it has the same title scribbled on it. I open it to the last page that had colour on it and I see an amazing sketch of a majestic and lifelike unicorn. I stare with amazement at the drawing and focus my sight on the other object drawn on the page. A Pegasus... My jaw drops as I realize that this is the dream I had just a few moments ago.  

I didn't have my book but I was sure that my journal must be in the hands of the amazing person who owns and draws in the one I was holding.

I look around the hall in hope of seeing a confused person wondering why their journal now has stupid stories written in it but the hall was utterly clear. I'm not sure wether to be sad that I lost my book, happy that I have this book instead or freaked out that the drawing is the same. I decide that it must have been a coincidence and close the book. I quickly collect the rest of my items and walk outside and into the cold air.

I hug myself as I step out and into the few millimeters of snow. There is thin blanket over everything that has been outside for the last 10 minutes which is basically everything. I exhale a deep breath as I watch it create a small fog cloud infront of me. I have always loved winter. Sitting by the fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate and a good book by my side. If I had it my way we would have snow all year round. There are tiny flakes landing on my face and I smile as I look at more of them dancing in the wind.

The walk home wasn't as majestic as usual, I couldn't stop thinking about my book. Without it I had nowhere to scribble down my thoughts and just thinking about someone reading my stupid writing irritates me. I'm was now at the bottom of our driveway, I pull my sleeves over my Hands and open the flap. It has been the same routine since I was 5, walk home open the letter box then go inside. At a young age I though it would be nice to get a pleasant little surprise once in a while so I drew a pony on the inside of the flap. I still laugh at how terrible of a artist I was when I was 5 and to be honest I haven't improved at all. That's why I write, I couldn't draw so I decide to describe exactly what I wanted to draw. I grab the frozen letters, turn around and walk towards the house as usual. If you're also a writer you know how depressing it is to lose work that you've done. I call my work stupid but Im also kinda proud of it. I needed my book. My heart began to jump as I Remembered that I wrote my name on the back cover. I sigh with relief, the person who has it will surely return it in hope that I have their book.

I run up to my room and throw my backpack onto my bed. Walk over to my window seat and state out at the streets beyond. Anyone who is a student or staff member at totemagoats high school could have my book right now. I am a strong believer in anti snooping so it would kill me to find out that someone ready book, and yes I know that I looked in the drawing book but I was looking for a name on the back over and then it kinda just fell open... Okay it might not have fell open but I had to look at one page to see if the was like scribbles of a vain person who writes their own name multiple times. This didn't happen therefore I will not look at the book ever again without permission, just like how you would have to I've permission to look in my lost book. I'm a determined person and I was going to find my dreamer book and that was final....

I spent the whole night awake, half the time search in every single social site 5 times and the other half lying in bed trying to fall asleep. School is not going to go down well.  

I lye there for a few more minutes thinking about sleep when I hear the irritating noise of my alarm. My eyes widen and I sit straight up and turn toward my clock. 7:35pm. I dramatically flop back down onto my bed and realize that I hadn't taken my uniform off from yesterday. I shrug and head downstairs. I rub my eyes for the seventh time in the last 5 minutes and grab the cereal box. I tip it upside down, thinking ray like in the 

Movies it would be empty. Not such a great idea I think as Cheerios fall all over tue table. I couldn't be bothered cleaning it up so I reached under the table and placed our cat, scratchy, on top of the box. I cover my mouth as I let out a yawn and walk back to my room, ready to pretend that didn't just happen. 

Once I get to my room I decide it would be good idea to get some rest. I instantly dose off in deep sleep, having a dream about a talking banana who invited me over for lunch.

For the second time this morning, I wake up and rub my crusty eyes. I don't bother to look at my clock because I notice a sticky note on my mirror. I push the blankets off myself and get out of be to examine the note. It read..  

" good morning darling :) 

I saw that you were asleep and though you looked a bit pale. Have fun at home but NO PARTIES  

Love, mom"

I place the note back on the mirror and decide I should do some investigation work since I don't have to go to school. I Start to turn on my laptop an wonder what trouble I got scratches into. If he does get banished to the streets I'm sure the flying alley cat at the bananas lunch will be her friend. She was a nice alley cat, she offered to give me a ride home. I jump woth shock when I hear a strange thumping noise. I sigh when I realize that mum must have changed the phones ring tone again. I skip down stairs and pick up the phone.I should sound sick since that's what mum must have told the school so I put on a fake cough and answer.  

" heh heh hello?"  

I was pretty proud of my voice and think that the school must be convinced but after 5 seconds of no reply I begin to think something's wrong.  

"hello?" this time I talk in a slightly scared voice. I expect to hear quiet breathing so I press tue phone closer to my ear. 

"who the hell is there?!" I yell. Still there is nothing so I'm about to hang up when I hear a small voice say "wait". I states at tue phone for a while wondering if I'm dreaming. I put the phone on speaker and leave it sitting on the kitchen table.I couldn't believe what happen next. It was so strange and mysterious that I felt like I was in a horror movie. The person screamed. I don't mean a little girl scream, it was a full on I'm-shitting-my-pants scream.