A true story

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Hey Jack!
I'm happy that you took the time to read this book I wrote for you, get comfortable because it's looooong. So you might want to know what the hell this is, well it's basically my life story. Please don't throw it away yet because something special recently came up, therefor I wrote this. So lean back, grab a cup of coffee and something to eat because here we go!

So, my name is Nicky and I'm 15 years old. I love writing (hahaaaa!), music, drawing/painting and just hanging out with friends. I'll skip most of the unimportant stuff but you need to know that:

1. I'm very creative and often stuck in the imagination of my own mind
2. It's hard for me to see the difference between reality and imagination

So let's start, shit started going down about 2 years ago. It was around midnight when everything went wrong, I had this weird dream that I could fly. It stunned me because it looked really realistic, in the dream I just went around flying for a bit and eventually I decided to go back to the ground and see if there was anything else to do. It all happened in my hometown and nothing could assure me it was a dream and I just couldn't wake up. The fact that I couldn't wake up scared the hell out of me and I din't really know what to do, I was afraid that I'd be stuck in my dream forever. Which, now looking back at it, wouldn't even have been such a bad thing. Anyway, I was 13 and as you already know, I have problems with seeing what real is and what isn't.

Luckily after walking around for what feels like hours in my dream, I woke up. Though not in my own bed, I woke up in the middle of my own living room. My parents were looking at me worriedly, they said I was sleep walking and then fell asleep in the room. These dreams often came back in the following weeks, my parents started to worry more and more and decided it would be good for me to talk with a psychologist. After lots of sessions talking about my life and dreams they concluded that it was just a temporary state or something and gave me "medicines" for it. Don't get me wrong, they did help for a while. I still had the dreams but I could easily wake up from them, often I wouldn't though. I liked flying free in the sky, I even became good at it!

Sadly because I enjoyed my dreams so much, I started to rather be asleep them awake. I would sleep through my alarm clock because I just didn't notice it anymore, it became harder and harder for my parents to wake me up.
Because of this my grades dropped, my parents often got mad at me and I started losing friends.

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