Dreams Over Reality

Chapter 1:

          As a young adult, I like to think of myself as tender, sweet, gentle, smart, and stupid at the same time. But i'm sure most teenagers would think the same thing no doubt. With me, i'm plain. I don't do a lot of "fun" activities. You know, like play football, or as i like to call it, " wrestle ball", paint, dance, juggle three plates with their right foot while doing a head stand on a basketball. Believe it or not, there is a kid at our school who does that. Or even play chess. I'm not THAT nerdy.
           Yes, I love math, and science, but that does not mean i'm a freak. I like to learn the subjects just for the awards. The Awards make me feel like i'm important to the school. Or even my family. As the only child to two hard working parents, I don't hang around with them as much as other people do. With the awards that I win, I like to show to my parents that I am capable of having a good future, and being stabile. They say that only children are lucky because they don't have to deal with annoying, pesky siblings, but what they don't understand is that sometimes, our parents can act like they are the pesky siblings. They either don't want to talk to you at all, or want to do everything with you. It's annoying, but I always end up alive by the end of the day.
           Besides the fact that I am a plain, nerdy lonely teenager, I have a special ability to dream, and to not forget. Most of the times in my dreams, it's usually pretty normal. Like, i'll sometimes be at the grocery store, or, i'll be at school learning Trigonometry, or i'll even have dinner with my parents, who are talking to associates from their work. But the only thing that's very, and i mean very unusual, is that I dream about Juniper Woods.
          Juniper Woods is a celebrity at my school. She is known to have the softest, shiniest dirty brown hair that reaches to her shoulders. To have the perfect skin tone of a pale beige yellow, like creamy banana filling for pie. To have the best taste of fashion because she has her own designer that works for Kim Kardashian. And to have a mother that invented the cure for Alzheimer's Disease. For God sake, her mother, Talia St. Claire won a Noble Prize. That's pretty massive if you ask me. Unfortunately her mother passed away due to an aneurysm in her brain that couldn't be removed when Juniper was 13.
          But because of her moms legacy, Juniper has always been treated like the Presidents Daughter. Everyone started worshiping her because they couldn't worship her dead mother. Juniper started to take advantage of that and started to make sure that she was seen and heard. She started off as a sweet innocent girl who played with her dolls, eat chocolate all the time, wore makeup for fun and loved to imagine prince charming was going to rescue her from her horrible father who had an alcohol addiction that started after her mother died.
          Afterwards she started dressing up like she was some sort of next runway model, but instead of big poofy outfits, they were styled to be "casual". She threw away her dolls because they were to childish for her and started using the money from her dolls to buy all sorts of Exercising machines.  Instead of stuffing chocolate in her mouth all the time, she switched to swallowing fruits and protein bars, like drugs. She used the makeup to hide her scars from the past away. When she put on makeup, she intended to let people know that not only was she glamorous but she was also something, and something big. Instead of waiting for her prince for forever and believing all this fairytale nonsense crap, she got her butt up and put her dad in an AAA Club so that he could be financially stable instead of wasting her mother's money and not working off. She decided to use to the money to help her reputation. Giving it away to charity, medical experiments, and her college fund. She also put some of the money in her savings account. She knew that she had to be ready.
          That's Juniper, but we're not going to list her whole life out. That's her privacy and I respect that. Me and Juniper meet up in my dreams every once and a while. She seems to remember me every time, so I believe that she has the same ability. We do all sorts of fun activities in my dreams. Nothing like in reality, because I know it'a just a dream. We spray-paint private areas, shoplift, have parties, go to other countries with our parents money. It seems so perfect, and that is how I know it's just a dream.
          Every time when I wake up and get out of bed to get ready for the day and head to school, i think " Is today the day I talk to her about our dreams? Is today the day we become best friends? Is today the day I don't have to be alone at school?" but as normal, it is not the day. It's never the day. I think to myself all the time. "God dammit, why can't I have enough self confidence to ask a question to the most popular, craziest, coolest girl in the school?"
          Oh, sorry I just realized that I never mentioned my name. I'm Matt. Matt Dylan Williams. Pretty boring huh? My parents named me Matt after their favorite Scotch. The Alcohol. Which means i'm a mistake. If I ever commit suicide, there is no way in hell that it wouldn't be because I was a mistake. But I just learn shrug it off at times. Because what can a 18 year old quiet guy do to talk to not only the most popular, gorgeous, adventurous girl in what seems like the world and his own parents?