Jamiya Stories

Jamiya gave up her dream of becoming an artist. Reality isn't kind to dreamers. She grows up, leaving her colors behind. She works to live, and survive, just for the sake of her family. One night, she dreamed about a boy, blurred face. Every night, she dreamed about this boy. She got curious, why this boy is giving her something like a continuation. A boy transferred at her school named Harper, quite but too confusing. Do really artists found a reason to start again or just rot in a place they didn't want to? This story is inspired by the story named Lucid Dream, written by Alyloony.

Emily POV hey my name is Emily I am 17 I live with my mom sister grandam and great grandam and its pretty full in here but we just moved form Nashville and now we are in Mimi and just starting school today well enough about me so bye emily : I turned over and opened my eyes and I realized that it was Monday so I covered my face with a pillow and then got up and wash my face and brush my teeth and bush my hair and flat it out then I pick out something to where and I decide to where a red crop top with white pants and white and red heels and with eye shadow and eye liner and then went down stairs to be greeted bye my family and then I realized it was 8:20 I was late ASf but I dent care but I did at the same time but I got in my car and went to school and that school was big ass hell when I walked in it was a lot of people in the hall way but I just with to the office and got my class stuff and went to first period sorry it was short but tell me if u won't to be in the story

about a girl who always. dreamed happy dreamed. about. rainbows anything on Her heart