• He looked at me. Though he loved me, I thought he hated me.

    He looked at me with soft eyes. Every thing to me was like hate to me. I thought everything was negitive to me. I looked at the sun down. Then one day, I felt wierd. The boy looked at me like if he was day dreaming. He started to walk over to me. He asked, "Are you my imagination?"

    I looked at him with hatered. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" I yelled at him. "I'M NOT YOUR LITTLE PLAY DOLL, THAT YOU COULD JUST PLAY WITH, THEN THROW AWAY!" I yelled even louder. "Uhh", he said softly. "Why are you like this? Why are you acting like this?" I asked. "You have to be my imagination", he said. I kept saying in my head "I'm real. I'm real. I'm real". Then something went through my head, "Am I?". The children looked at my very wierdly.

    The teacher came in to the room quickly after he heard the screaming. He told us to sit down. After class, he came up to me. "Why are you thinking that?" I asked him. "You c-can't be real, y-you're like my dream girl that I have ever wanted", he said. "I AM REAL! I AM NOT SOME DREAM!" I kept yelling.


    I turned away. Blushing, he started to walk up to me. "Please, I'm not kidding, can you date m-me?" He asked, like if he was about to faint.

    Then when I heard those words, I had to say yes. "Will you think I am your dream girl if I say yes?" I asked. He said, "If you deny me, I will follow you until you do". "And if you do say yes, I still might think you are. But I will know I am dating the real you", He said also.

    I turned around to look at him. I sarted to blush. Then my eyes got teary.




    Then. I said,"I say yes. And you are my dream".