i wake up with a start.
i see a man on the sidewalk, running away. I feel for my wallet.
it's not there.
"hey, get back here!" i yell, running toward him.
its no use.
i sit back down. i'm disappointed i don't have my wallet anymore. i'm even more disappointed that my dream wasn't real. that i'm not a famous singer.
just a girl on the street.
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
