'Soon, real soon, and I shall be out of here.'
Leda let her mind wander as she blinked back tears that appeared when she yawned. Looking around at the other students in her class she could tell they were all thinking about the same thing. With her face securely hidden behind her long platinum blonde hair, Leda peeked a look at the clock over the teacher's head.
2:54.
Not a minute passed from the time Leda last looked.
Mr. Grendal was famous for handing out assignments right before the bell rang, most often a lot of students were out the door before he mentioned it. This year was no exception, which is why Leda picked a back seat. During her first year at James Morris High School she had no idea what to expect, which resulted in a lot of missed homework assignments.
"Leda..."
School would be much easier if Leda had gotten some decent sleep. She kept having this dream where all the things in books were real; to top it off, she interacted with them. They treated her like royalty.
"Leda..."
Regardless to say her dreams were confusing. Those books that she reads before bed must be getting to her, if she's dreaming about them. Then waking up just as tired as when she fell asleep.
"Leda Nikitas!" Mr. Grendal called. "I believe detention today after school shall suffice to regain your attention."
Regardless to say, it did regain Leda's attention.
"Now, por farvor, tell me what is wrong with the sentence on the board?"
Looking at the board Leda tried to focus on the Spanish that, at some point, had been written on there.
"Well, I would say that the 'el' should be 'la'?" Leda's mother thought it be a good idea for her to take Spanish for some reason, but her family was not planning on traveling to any Spanish countries. Knowing Latin, Greek, English, German, Italian, and French just was not enough.
With a swift nod of his head, Mr. Grendal went back to teaching the rest of the class for the last minute.
As soon as that minute passed the bell rang signaling the end of the school day; more importantly the end of the class. Oddly enough, today Mr. Grendal was not yelling at them as they left about having homework.
On the plus side, Leda saw this as a chance to regain some of the sleep missed as a result of her dreams.
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What Dreams Are Made Of
FantasyI always thought that dreams were just our imagination running wild. Something our minds do while we sleep. Till I woke up one day and found myself in my fantasy world. I, Leda Nikitas, found that dreams can be a reality, but sometimes you really ha...
