The Dream

Tired...

this story is about a dream that someone had about a fellow class mate they didn't really know. please note this is part true and part fiction.

Megan's P.O.V

I was to say the least, I am tired of school with bunches of idiots who did not know how to do anything or even walk. High school is the land of idiots, sluts, and fuckboys. Please help their soul God, I'm not what you call a religious person I am atheist. My day went normally nothing new. Just the same stupid bullshit in the same classes over and over, though gym today was different. Even though we were playing frisbee football I think it was called, I don't really remember it was a good et game my team was winning and the other team was losing it was 5-1. Michelle a team mate on my team had the chance to pass the frisbee to me and well she didn't and passed it down the court to someone who wouldn't catch it.

I'd never forget the words that escaped John's lips though, I didn't even think he knew my name until he had said "Yeah pass it to Megan, Michelle." I had stopped but the game continued. It was a surprise that someone who didn't really know me actually knew my name, I knew his because of friend that I have that are friend's with him, and also because he is in my French class. at this moment it was Wednesday the 2nd during my third hour class, and yes I am already done with the day. especially because its a block day which means an hour and a half of gym. We won the mini game and gym went on with the 3 teams that played.

I never really expected him to say my name but I never thought much of i tother then to be surprised that he knew my name. As time continued I thought less and less about it. The day went on no thought about John knowing my name clouded my brain. Today I didn't have French because it was my 6th hour and today was only 1st, 3rd, 5th, and 7th, tomorrow was my 2nd, Transitions, 4th, and 6th classes. Transitions was like homeroom or advisory, in which you could say it was 45 minutes of free time or if you had work for a class you could do it then.  I hated my 5th hour it was Piano Keyboard, there was nothing wrong with the class but I just hated it. good thing it had just ended and now I had class with my friend Ivy. Ivy was a good friend, she was there when I just needed to talk to someone. 

Of course I never mentioned the whole thing with John. That was't needed he just remembered my name and it didn't seem to be important to me at the time. As the school day ended I got him and instantly felt relief from school. The day had ended and now it was time to go to sleep.

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Part done by: Brendon