Dreams

February 9, 2016

There was a cool wind blowing around me but the weird thing was I was indoors. "Is the AC on", I questioned the person next to me. "No", they said. Interesting, if the fan wasn't on, the AC was off and the window was closed where could the wind be coming from.

As soon as I finished my boring assignment on the distributive property of multiplication, I asked my teacher if I could go to the nurse. I lied and said I had a headache. He gave me a nurse's pass. There was still 30 minutes of class left which meant I had more than half a period left (each period is 52 minutes left).

I walked out of the math room and made sure to shut the door. First I checked the girl's bathroom. I checked every stall and sink in the room. Then I lifted up the trashcan but found nothing. I walked out of the bathroom and into the locker area. I opened up my locker and saw a talking pencil in it.

"Remember me dearie", it said with a chuckle. I shut my locker, there was no way I was going down that road again. "Help! help! help!", someone said from inside my locker. It didn't sound like the pencil at all. Although it could've been a trap. I decided to take a chance.

I reopened my locker and saw a boy with blond hair that had been flipped a nonillion times and blue eyes that had a hint of green in them. "Oh my gosh, are you Anthony Charr", I said alarmed. How is this possible, he was a character I had CREATED, he was a CHARACTER.

"How do you know me", he asked even more nonplussed (surprised) than me. "I created you, you're a character in a book", I said. "What else do you know about me", he questioned with a curious look in his eyes.

"You have two brothers, you hate Shelby and Leah Loudermilk, your dad is a dentist, your mom is a photographer, your birthday is November 26, 2003 and you love football", I said. "Okay, now I'm really creeped out", he said. "So am I!, how is this possible", I said.

"It's destiny", the wind around me said. Then Anthony started to get sucked back into the portal, "come with me, please", he said pleadingly as he held onto my hand. I thought about it and said "ok". I grabbed onto his hand and wished I'd have no regrets.
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"Um can I go to the bathroom", a boy says to his Language Arts teacher. "Yes", she says, he exits the room and tries to find the mysterious wind. His eyes search the locker area and then he sees the back of someone who he knew very well. What is she doing here, he thought to himself. He hid behind a row of lockers and watched as she talked to a pencil.

She has gone mad, he thought in his head. Then he heard the word help being said. The girl then reopened her locker. There was a boy who had identical features to himself. He and the boy she was talking to both had blond hair in a skater boy hairstyle and blue eyes.

The boy listened to their conversation and then the other boy asked her to come with him. The girl agreed and jealousy soon filled up the watching boy. No one could take her away from him.

He hung onto the bottom of her boot without thinking of what would happen. He loved her and only he understood the wind.