Dreams Do Come True

Another day at school

Thursday 3.45 P.M.

I'm starving. It's obvious if you know what I had for lunch: nothing. Gavin and Clara took my sandwich and sprayed paint all over it. I tried my best not to start crying, but I couldn't help it. Everyone was looking at me and laughing in my face. I tried to stop them, but Robert held me back. I just sat there... Looking at my lunch turning completely blue, then purple and then poop brown. People walking by on the street, looking at us, but no one helped me. I was to scared to call them, so I just sat and watched.
Only 15 minutes left and then I can finally go home. But do I really want to? Yes, everything is better than this hell, but my home isn't exactly great either. I hope no one's home when I get there. I just want to be alone for a second. And eat as much as I can, without anyone judging me. I'm so hungry! I wish I-

'Miss Martin?'

I wake up from my thoughts and realize that everyone is looking at me again. I turn completely red and bow my head in front of me. I keep my head so close to the table, my nose almost touches the paper in front of me. I can hear some people start giggling and mumbling. Without looking up, I know exactly who's making the noise.

'Miss Martin?', my French teacher, Ms. Evans, repeats. I hate her. She is very severe and never in a good mood. I think it makes her happy when her pupils fail tests and exams. No one actually likes her. Every time we have French lessons, everyone hopes she's absent.

'Y-yes?', I stumble.

'The answer?', Ms. Evans asks annoyed.

'R-right... um..' I start turning pages in my book and feel everyone's eyes burning in my neck. I turn even more red and mumble:' I-I don't kn-know..' Everyone starts laughing out loud and I feel like I want to kill myself right here, right now.

'The question was how many siblings you have', Ms. Evans says on an annoying tone.

'T-two', I answer quietly.

'En Français!', Ms. Evans says even more annoyed now.

'D-deux'

'Deux quoi?'

'Deux siblings'

Ms. Evans sighs and then the bell rings. I feel relieved and start packing my stuff. Everyone does the same and starts leaving the classroom. I follow, with my head bowed down in the hope that no one will notice me. Thought wrong... When I get outside, I hear someone yelling:' Look there's the creature that doesn't even know how many siblings she has!' It's Clara. All her friends start laughing and pointing at me. I speed up and try to ignore them. 'Had a nice lunch, dickface?', Gavin screams. I put on my hood and try to hide my face. Dickface. That's what they always call me. Ever since I met them 2 years ago. They were always mean to me, and I never really knew why.

I feel someone's arm bumping into mine. I look up and see Mason. He's one of the only people in my school who's nice to me. He's not in my class, so I don't have him around all the time, which is sad, because I feel save around him.

'You okay?', he asks.

'Never better', I reply sarcastically.

'Want a ride home?'

'No, I'm good. I'll walk.'

'It wasn't much of a question. I giving you a ride. You're not walking around on your own when those idiots are still here', he says looking in Clara and Gavin's direction.

I smile a little and follow him to his car. 'Why can't everyone be so understanding like you, Mason?', I ask myself.

When in his car, my thoughts start wandering of again. I start thinking about what'll be waiting for me at home. I really hope no one's home.

Thought wrong, again. I get out of Mason's car, thank him for the ride and walk up to the front door. I slightly push it open and hear my dad yelling. I haven't even entered yet, and he's already complaining about the fact that I'm home. 'Nice to see you to dad', I mumble sarcastically. 'WHAT!?', he screams.

'Nothing', I reply softly.

He gives me a death stare and I go upstairs. Alone. Finally.
I turn on my computer and go straight to Facebook. Bad idea. My homepage is filled with quotes and pictures about my blooper in French class and my colorful lunch.

16 unread messages. I don't want to know what they say. I try not to care and look for Michael in my contact list. Michael is the boy I have a crush on. A MAJOR crush! We went on a date once, but we never made it official. He doesn't go to my school, so he isn't embarrassed to hang out with me.

He's offline. Too bad. I log out and lay down on my bed. I stare at the poster hanging above it. It's a giant picture of the skyline of Los Angeles. THAT's where I want to go! LA! It's always been my biggest dream. I want to be a successful YouTuber in America. I've been dreaming about that place ever since I can remember. It looks so perfect! No worries, no problems but mainly: no Gavin or Clara!
I sigh. 'It's just a dream, Anna', I tell myself, 'It'll never happen. You're stuck here for the rest of your life, so don't get your hopes up...'