On Cloud Nine

Drama for the Drama Queen

Have you ever thought a fantasy lifestyle was for you?

Maybe reality was too real for you? or your dream was to be like those girls in movies or books?

You know, the intelligent and well-rounded girl. The sweetheart who's a bit feisty, uber-cute, and full of big dreams?

Well, my story is a bit like that but not what I excpected. 

Without knowing, I was the one who would be crushed, instead of crushing.

My ending wasn't as amazing or predictable as I'd imagined.

I realized reality had rules. If you bend them to make it easier or more fun, you're in for a treat.

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"Emmy !"

It was my first day and already my body was weak, and I was falling asleep in class?

Ugh.

I grumbled as I take the diagnosis page, from the short-haired blonde guy in front of me.

"Sorry." I apologize.

Half-awake, I grabbed my pens and a new notebook from my denim backpack.

After more review was taught and the English paragraph powerpoint was finished, I shuffled to stuff my mouth with my cheap lunch.

The cafeteria, as I'd heard it called was loud and for a good reason.

Eager and energetic teens rushed ahead of me, to get to the serving line before I could.

Brushing past classmates and being bumped by the crowd wasn't fun at all, nobody saved me a seat.

Today, the room smelled like fish and fried burgers.

Buying food, Pffftt!

The line was too long already, I beelined for an empty spot near the stage and napkin dispensers.

Sitting near a guy, named West from my English class, and two girls I didn't know. 

Feeling I was in the clear sitting with these kids, I sat and watched as they talked.

"Fallon." The brunette introduced herself to me.

She wore a cropped sweater in a light grey color. Her jeans were stone washed and rolled up at her calves.

Her hand extended towards me, her smile nothing short of celebrities on famous magazine covers.

I caught a glimpse of her green eyes and smiled brightly.

Shaking her hand I told her my name.

Fallon and I talked pretty much all of lunch. I liked her a lot, compared to the silent Asian with wavy mahogany hair. 

West said a few things to us, but he was super focused on a video game he created.

It was so cool. He showed me how to play and I lost twice. He's in computer programming and he has an uncle that works as a video game character designer and his dad is the CEO of Nintendo.

I ate a warm grilled cheese sandwich - homemade by me - as I drank my milk from the carton in a couple of gulps.

I opened my salad that was packed with feta cheese, olives, tomatoes, and a few cucumbers.

"So healthy! Are you vegetarian Emmy?" Fallon asked me, while she stuffed fries and a beef burger down her throat. 

The others at the table watched us both. More like West looked at me with interest and the petit Asian gawked.