Day Dreamer
- LECTURES 76
- Votes 5
- Chapitres 3
"Close your eyes I have a surprise" Cameron whispered, lifting my hands to my eyes to cover them. I heard him walk a ways away and fumble with something.
"I'll be waiting" I stood in the middle of God knows where waiting for Cam's surprise when his strong arms lift me up and set me down on something soft and prickly.
"Open your eyes" I can feel the grin on his face and when I take my hands away I know I'm right. Cameron and I are sitting on the cliché checkered blanket on a grassy hill with a basket to our left.
"Oh my god! Cameron Steele!" I tackle him in a hug and we fall backwards.
"Hey Abigail?" He looked up at me with those mesmerizing unexplainably emerald eyes.
"Yea?" I hum with my smile so wide I feel my eyes disappearing.
"WAKE UP!" A book was slammed on my desk and I jolt upright with a pool of drool trailing with me. "Ms. Jackson! Read scene 3 where Juliet meets her suicidal demise. Please stay awake now Ms. Jackson" my drama teacher circled my desk and I stood up and recited from memory.
"What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop, To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Happily some poison yet doth hang on them, To make die with a restorative." I get down on my knees and pretend to hold someone's head to which I then kiss. "Thy lips are warm." I pause while the watchman speaks in my mind, "Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!" I snatch my pencil off my desk, "This is thy sheath" I shove the pencil in my gut, "there rust, and let me die." I fall to the floor pretending to die.
The class claps and laughs but all I can focus on is the boy in the front of the class that can't help but bite his lip and smile at me. I can't help but feel that we were meant to be together but I'm waiting for him to make the move. I know it won't happen but I can still dream.
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