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Out of a Dream
by:
James Clark
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Chapter 2- Amazing
The next morning I get up and trudge my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I notice my hair fading a bit from dark to light blue, so I make a mental note to re-dye it soon. After I shave and shower, I pick adidas cologne and deodorant, my smiley-face tee-shirt, and a pair of dark blue baggy jeans to wear. I can't get Wyatt off my mind. The way he acted, the way he looked-- WOW! I can't wait to see him again. He's just, amazing.
As soon as fourth block rolls around, I actually HURRY to class and take my seat, waiting for him to come in the door. It seems like forever before I see his face and grin to myself. I can't believe I missed him that much when I only met him yesterday, but it seems like we've known each other longer. It's just that he's the only person I've ever met who seems to understand me. I just wonder HOW MUCH he understands about me.
Oh my God, if its even possible, he's even cuter than yesterday! I love just seeing his face. Wyatt walks through the door and takes his seat behind me.
"What's goin' on, James?", Wyatt says with a sheepish smile. I'm startin' to suspect... nah. Nick gives us that weird look again, but Coach Woody starts talking, so that breaks up the conversation early.
"Okay everybody, we're gonna go take a stress quiz today. Somebody's gonna have to use the computer in here 'cause there aren't enough in the library. James, do you mind using the one in here?".
"Ok, Coach", I say. I really want to spend time with Wyatt, but I don't want to act like an ass in front of him by complaining about it, either.
"Alright, go to colorquiz.com and take the quiz. Print the results and hold on to them. Let's go", he says. Everyone else leaves to go to the library, and I sit in front of the computer in the corner of the room. I log on, pull up IE, and go to colorquiz.com. I start the quiz, and am instructed to pick the color that makes me feel best until all are chosen once. I go through the process and look at my results.
"Your Existing Situation: You feel misunderstood, and this hampers your unique personality. This has lead to a lack of self-confidence. You long for a sensitive, serious relationship, a lifetime partner".
I get so sad as I read this. A computer can understand in three minutes what no one in three years had. My eyes started tearing up then. All of a sudden, Wyatt walks back into the room.
"Hey man, just came back to get my--hey, are you allright?", he asks, walking toward me with a concerned look.
I just sniffle, blink back the tears, and force a grin.
"Yeah, I'm fine", I croak out. Wyatt lays a hand on my shoulders, which makes me feel way better just by itself.
"Do you by any chance have some papers and a lighter?", he asks with a mischevious smile.
"Yeah, why?", I ask.
"Wanna skip next block and hit the park to inhale some ganja?", he asks with a huge, toothy grin.
"Hell yeah, let's go!", I say.
"I thought that might cheer you up some", he says.
"Well, let's go".
We walk the halls to get to the best place to leave from. The outside door right beside the office, ain't that some shit? We waltze right outside and take a left towards the park across the street. After we're across, we're home free. There is a slide that has an enclosed little room underneath it. We climbe in and sit side-by-side on a little bench. He hands me the weed and I roll two perfect joints. I hand them to Wyatt and he fires up the first one and passes it to me. After both are gone, and conversation dies down a little, he puts a hand on my leg and looks at me seriously.
"James, I need to ask you something really important, and please be honest, and don't be afraid to tell me the truth", he says, his blue eyes boring into mine...
How's that for a cliffhanger? Please e-mail me at niftywriterjc@hotmail.com with any comments/suggestions. E-mails are greatly appreciated, and all will merit a reply. Like I said at the beginning, if you can come up with an interesting plot twist that doesn't force me to deviate from the original plot, it could very well show up in the story, and you will receive credit for it!