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I’ve always been different. My parents have said it, my teachers have said it, and even my peers have said it. I never believed it. That is, until I started having the dreams. The dreams would be so vivid that one wouldn’t be able to distinguish them from reality. And in a dream is where our story begins.

Bits and pieces, the dreams are always in bits and pieces. I don’t think the dreams could play all the way through. I remember going real fast. People were yelling around me. I think I was in a car. Yes, it was a car. I was in the passenger’s seat. I told the driver to slow down because I had a bad feeling something was going to happen. The driver laughed at me. She told me to stop being a stick-in-the-mud. The people in the back seat agreed with her.

The driver was drunk. She ran through a red light. Another car was coming. We were going too slowly. The other car, too quickly. We hit in slow motion. Screaming. The driver was launched through the windshield. The glass shattered and cut her skin as she went head first. I could hear the people in the back seat screaming in pain as they hit the back of the seats in front of them. I felt something crack in my chest as my seatbelt held me in place. My arm was twisted in an obscure angle and I couldn’t feel my legs.

BAM!

Our car was hit by yet another. We went spinning, then rolling. There were no more noises from the back seat. Soon the world went black.

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I woke up in my bed gasping for breath with tears running down my face. I sat up, still not fully aware of where I was. I hugged my knees to my chest and rested my head on my knees, letting my hair fall into my face.

Once I finally calmed down I looked at the clock. 3:01 A.M. Knowing full well I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep, I got up and stumbled into the bathroom. I stood on my tiptoes and looked at myself in the mirror. My blond hair was sticking up in every direction and my bangs were plastered to my forehead. I leaned in and I could see the whites of my blue eyes were pink from crying. Needless to say I looked like a mess.

I sighed and walked back into my bedroom. I turned on the light on and looked around my room in disgust. When my parents found out they were going to have a girl they took the liberty to decorate my room in Barbie pink. Nothing was left untouched, not even the inside of my closet.

I sighed and walked over to my bed, bent down, and fished a book from underneath. If my parents found out that I read titles such as The Stand by Stephen King or A Connecticut Yankee in King Author’s Court by Mark Twain they would have a heart attack. Today’s title was Cujo. I sat on my bed, opened it, and started reading.

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I’ve always been different. My parents have said it, my teachers have said it, and even my peers have said it. I never believed it. That is, until I started having the dreams. The dreams would be so vivid that one wouldn’t be able to distinguish them from reality. And in a dream is where our story begins.

Bits and pieces, the dreams are always in bits and pieces. I don’t think the dreams could play all the way through. I remember going real fast. People were yelling around me. I think I was in a car. Yes, it was a car. I was in the passenger’s seat. I told the driver to slow down because I had a bad feeling something was going to happen. The driver laughed at me. She told me to stop being a stick-in-the-mud. The people in the back seat agreed with her.

The driver was drunk. She ran through a red light. Another car was coming. We were going too slowly. The other car, too quickly. We hit in slow motion. Screaming. The driver was launched through the windshield. The glass shattered and cut her skin as she went head first. I could hear the people in the back seat screaming in pain as they hit the back of the seats in front of them. I felt something crack in my chest as my seatbelt held me in place. My arm was twisted in an obscure angle and I couldn’t feel my legs.

BAM!

Our car was hit by yet another. We went spinning, then rolling. There were no more noises from the back seat. Soon the world went black.

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I woke up in my bed gasping for breath with tears running down my face. I sat up, still not fully aware of where I was. I hugged my knees to my chest and rested my head on my knees, letting my hair fall into my face.

Once I finally calmed down I looked at the clock. 3:01 A.M. Knowing full well I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep, I got up and stumbled into the bathroom. I stood on my tiptoes and looked at myself in the mirror. My blond hair was sticking up in every direction and my bangs were plastered to my forehead. I leaned in and I could see the whites of my blue eyes were pink from crying. Needless to say I looked like a mess.

I sighed and walked back into my bedroom. I turned on the light on and looked around my room in disgust. When my parents found out they were going to have a girl they took the liberty to decorate my room in Barbie pink. Nothing was left untouched, not even the inside of my closet.

I sighed and walked over to my bed, bent down, and fished a book from underneath. If my parents found out that I read titles such as The Stand by Stephen King or A Connecticut Yankee in King Author’s Court by Mark Twain they would have a heart attack. Today’s title was Cujo. I sat on my bed, opened it, and started reading.