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I woke up to a suprise, not a suprise that there was a suprise, but a suprise that happened everyday. Today it was sunny, very sunny, the sun was pouring in through my window. I got up and threw the pink satin sheets up over my head. I hated it when it was sunny. The sun had a way of making everyone glow, and i was not included in that "everyone". The sun washed my complection out completley, I looked like a sickly, homeless girl. And I did not need rumors flying around that I was contagious, people avoided me enough already. But after a few minutes of wallowing in dread, I finally got up, dramatically of course, throwing the quilts, sheets, and comforter to the end of the bed in one big melodramatic sigh, and hopped to my feet. As I shuffled over to my closet, I groaned again. I realized that since it was sunny, I wouldn't be able to hide in my oversized hoodie, for fear of heat exaustion. I scooted down the rack to my warmer-weather-clothes. The bright colors, which my mother had insisted that I purchase, were over-whelming. But I dug in with the best intentions of possibly finding something elbow-length. I ended up with a pair of jeans, with holes ripped in the kneews, for added air-conditioning, and settled for a bright kelly green elbow length shirt, with a "sunshine-yellow" camisole underneath. As far as this outfit went, I was very proud of myself, although there was no way that I had come up with it. My older sister, Ashton (visiting for the Summer, away from her new husband, Louis) had helped put together. For some reason, and I have yet to figure this one out, Ashton got all of the clothes-matching, and good taste skills, as far as clothes go anyway. I put on the silver ballet flats, knowing full and well that my feet would be aching by 2nd block, and grabbed my bags and keys.

When i got to school, it was regretably still sunny out. I was hoping that it would suddenly begin a downpour right after I left from home, or maybe that it would start snowing. Sure the rain or snow would've been cold and wet without a jacket to protect me, but the cold feeling would feel comforting, and cancel out the warm sunshine quite nicely. However this cold wet feeling I longed for, would not come back to me today. Which would obviously make today worse than it probably should have been. Oh well. As I walked towards the Vocational building for Mrs.Vaughn's typing class, I noticed a bright red porsche pulling into the cheerfully quaint parking lot. It was severely out of place, just as the driver/owner was. I had no doubt that it would be the Greek God that I had wittnessed the day before, Carter. But honestly, It couldn't have been him. He was merely a dream. No one else had seen him, no one else had passed out, just me. I was crazy, in the literal sence of the word. There was something wrong with my brain, soon enough I would hear voices, and then people would really worry. Or rather, I would really worry. Because no one else would even know. Unless I started talking out loud, when I thought I was talking in my head. Wait. I was talking to myself. I really am crazy.

The red Porsche was beautiful of course, every detail was amazing. But then again, Italian sports cars were few and far between in the small city of BrookSide, so for all I know it could've been a piece of crap. Or maybe i was imagining it too, though if I was, I had to be imagining the people standing around gawking at it the way i was. And if that were true, i would surely need to get some counseling, or something. But then the un-imaginable happened, or maybe it was exactly the opposite, maybe it was the imaginary that happened in my crazy world I had dreamed up; Carter gracefully glided out of the car, and waved at me.

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