It's another ordinary Friday, just like all the other Fridays I've survived through. I'm at my locker, putting my soaking wet coat away (who knew snow melts?) when I hear the warning bell ring. One minute to get to class Sarah, hurry up! I quickly shut my locker and turn to head towards class, when someone crashes into me, knocking me over.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" I glare up at the person sheepishly standing above me.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Let me help you up. I'm new here, and I didn't want to be late to class. I guess this is why teachers say don't run it the halls--what?" He's rambling on and on, but is abruptly stopped by my wide eyes and gaping mouth.
"It's--it's you!"
That was the moment that the boy of my dreams stepped out of my head and into reality.
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Dream Boy
Teen FictionEvery night she dreamed of him. His curly hair, and his vibrantly green eyes. She could feel his hand hold hers, and his protective hugs and forehead kisses. Every morning she woke up with a smile, only to realize that he was just a dream. When the...
