Life times two

No headaches in dream town

I at least should be happy that my pimple popped, but now there is a giant bloddy hole on my large forehead. My attitude changes when my giant fluffy siberian husky Eeyore, barges through my door, and licks me right on the forhead, right where I am bleeding. This dog acts like a second mom to me, but now at least I can go to my rediculous Floridian high school without looking like the latest Star Wars mutant.

Arriving to my high school on any day is scary. Lockers that do not slam but are simply closed with the tap of a finger.

People walking around like human drones staring at their phones.

.........

I speed walked through the hallways in order to make it to my first semester class in order to avoid everyone at all costs. As I creep through the eerily empty hallways I notice that my first semester teacher, Mr.Wallis had left his door closed. I attempted to open it but after a few twists and clicks I realized it was locked. This made absolutely no sense.

Sure it been very early in the morning and there was a large chance that everyone was either in the cafeteria eating and talking about all of the weekends events or in the gym playing basketball or badminton discussing the weekends recent sports games. However Mr.Wallis should have known that I, an anxiety filled early bird, was not going to be hanging out in some hot cafeteria talking about the weekend I didn't have with people who claimed to be my friend.

So this is when I do something I thought was fine. Its normal to look in a teacher's door window right? I mean the worst they could be doing is watching porn on their laptop or picking their nose. At least, that's what I thought.

Becuase when I looked through that small rectangular widow I wish I would have seen Mr. Wallis watching porn. Instead, I saw him holding the hips of senior Sarah Requiem while he kissed her lips intensely. I have never felt more disgusted in my entire life. What was even more desgusting was that my best friend Sarah Requiem was not pulling away, she was not screaming, and there were not tears streaming down her face. This was not forced.

In this moment the Sarah Requiem I had previously known was gone, In this moment I had to come to the conclusion that would cause my whole life to change.

This was the first time I realized that reality in all it's beauty, was the most devastating piece of the universe I had to face.

In short, reality sucks.

But then came the dream.