Dreams That Do Not Matter (gmw fanfiction)

Girl Meets Crazy Hat

Verity's POV

It's been raining for I'm not even sure how many days now. Truth be told, I've always liked rain. Something about the steady rhythm of the raindrops hitting the ground while watching them is so calming. 

However, currently I feel like I could really use some sun. I'm so exhausted. The last few days have been rough. Well, most of my days are rough, but the last few have been worse than usual. 

Besides, when I walk along the streets and I watch the homeless people getting soaked by the rain and desperately looking for a place to hide, I feel a pang of pain in my chest. After I see a hopeless mother with a small daughter trying to cover her with something, I hand them my umbrella. Maybe not the best idea on my side, since I don't know when I'll be able to get a new one, but, oh well... I still have a raincoat at home anyway.

I'm soaking wet within seconds, but Missy shares her umbrella with me. 

Luckily, I'm already finished with practice for this morning, because I cannot see what good it would do if I was to go to the ice rink with wet hair. Right now is not the best time to get sick. 

The two of us head to school. We are among the first ones there, as usual. We have to wake up extra early for our practices. Therefore, we arrive to school long before it starts. 

Usually we use this time to finish our homework or go through our notes for the lessons one more time, but lately I've been way too tired for that. Instead, I just lean against my locker and slide down against it, closing my eyes for a few moments.

Missy soon joins me on the ground. "Are you alright, Verity?" she asks me, looking at me worried.

"Yeah, I am, just a bit tired because of all the extra aerial dance practices and busy performance schedules, but I'll be fine. It will soon be settled. No need to worry." I give her a small smile, trying to look reassuring.

Why do I even tell her not to worry every time when I know her well enough to be sure that she'll worry anyway? Maybe because I always try to sound positive no matter what, and if I didn't try to make her believe there is nothing to worry about, that itself would be more worrying than anything.

History class

Mr. Matthews tries to teach us about Belgium in 1831 for about thousandth or so time, but gets interrupted by his daughter. 

"What's my thing?" Mr. Matthews looks at her confused, "What's your thing?" "What am I going to be, dad? Am I gonna be okay?" Riley questions. 

"What will people be thinking if I end up living in a subway?"

I try to switch off, which is not very hard considering my current state. I cannot think the way Riley does. I do not just have myself to think about. I need to make sure to take care of Missy as well. I cannot afford to not have any kind of job, not to have anything to offer, because what will be with my twin sister then? I have to keep working my hardest to make sure something like that never happens.

Mr. Matthews divides the gang into two groups- Riley with Farkle and Maya with Lucas. Considering the completely different approach of the two groups, it's quite clear what it will lead to.

Next day

Lucas' POV

"Last muffin from this batch," I hear Farkle say.

I look at our own table, noticing that we have hardly sold anything. I don't get it. What makes their muffins so great? I put so much effort into this and it seems that we hardly get any results. Don't people see that we're only trying to do what's good for them?