The dreamer

                       Her name was Rebeca but she preferred to be called Beca by her

friends. She is a 9th grader. She was sort of a social butterfly by the way

outsiders looked at it but her friends knew that she was always shy at first.

Unless she had a crush of course. She was a tomboy so she was an outcast

when it came to girls. Her best guy friend's name was Sammy. Sammy was a

boy who rode her middle school bus when she moved. He was a grade younger.

He was the first person to talk to her and ever since you can't get them to stop.

Her best girlfriend was Abbi. She was always there for her ever since 7th grade

and she still is even in 9th grade. See Beca was a little on the active side. Her

mind was very active. She could never keep her mind on her work. She always

studied the things around her, other than the work in front of her. Her mind was

mostly on her father. Her father was a good man he just had a couple anger

issues. When Beca was 12 her parents got divorced. Ever since then her grades

have been going down a lot. Her mind was always thinking about what she would

say to either of her parents. She was always afraid of losing them or making

them angry. Though she wasn't just a mind wanderer because of them. It was

her imagination that was always a buzz. She had an imagination that was so big

sometimes she would day dream them. She always turned scary things into her

"pets" that way she wouldn't be so scared of them. She would day dream about

unicorns that breathed fire. But her biggest dream was getting out of her home

town. Sure everyone acts like their home town is all roses and sunshine but let's

face it we all get sick of it eventually. She was different from most girls there and

the guys always treated her like the other girls. Now is where the good parts

come in.

"Beca you're going to be late for your first day" said mother as she ran down

the kitchen hall with Beca's back pack in her hand "Mom the bus doesn't get her

till 7:15am." She said as she gathers her things and looks for her back pack

"Mom I can't find my back pack" "its ok I have it" said Beca's mom slowly handing

her her back pack. 7:10 the bus arrives. "Bye mom love you"

She sits in her first period class witch just so happens to be study

hall perfect for dreaming. She sat there and thought and as usual she drifted into

a land of excitement. Today she "woke up" in a small forest just up in a tree with

her bow across her chest and arrows in her pack. She was camouflage covered

and there where leaves on the ground must be another fall hunting day. And out