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Oh no, not again. I walked outside and saw that my brother Harry was standing in front of me. “Another failed job.” I said. This was the fourth time this year that my brother came back to the house because he was fired from a job.

“Nice to see you too sis.” He said as he walked up to the front door. He stood there for a few seconds breathing in and out slowly, then - looking like he was about to walk into a war zone - walked into the house. In a matter of a few minutes my mother was yelling at him. I walked over to the porch swing and sat down looking out at our quiet neighborhood. It was an overcast day, my favorite kind of day. Staring up at the dark sky I felt calm, and relaxed. It’s like those misty clouds were hugging me, making me feel warm and happy. Just like how my parents used to hug me when I would run into their bedroom at night, scared silly from a nightmare.

A lot has changed since then. I’m not the same little scaredy cat girl I used to be. I’m almost an adult now. In a few days I will finally be a senior, and in June - right after my birthday - I’ll move out to NYC to see if I could make it as an actress, or a writer. Yeah right, like I, Gwen Wilson, will ever have enough guts to try to fulfill my dreams. Harry tried to reach his dreams and look what happened to him. I don’t know what I’ll do. Maybe I’ll go to a local university and try to become an elementary school teacher. Teachers are sort of like actors aren’t they? I mean they have to remember what they’re teaching everyday, so that’s sort of like memorizing lines isn’t it? They also perform in front of a little audience everyday, and that audience changes every year (except for a few held back exceptions). I’d make an awesome teacher. The school day won’t be boring once Ms. Wilson starts to teach! Oh, I really don’t want to be a teacher. I don’t want to go down in history as Ms. Wilson the super teacher. I want to go down in history as Gwendolyn Wilson the Superstar. There’s a billion people out there with the same dream as mine, what chance do I have of actually making it? I’ll tell you, 0 out of nothing. My life is not like a movie. I won’t be magically discovered one day while walking down the street. I’m not blessed with that kind of good fortune, or any good fortune at all.

I swung back and forth on the swing, glaring up at the sky that was now clearing, showing the sun. My warm blanket of clouds dissipated, and so did my mood. I stood up to go inside - hoping that my mother was done yelling - when a moving van came speeding down the street. The van stopped right in front of the house next door. A boy that looked about my age with shaggy dark brown hair jumped out of it. He was very cute. I could picture us together like it was a movie. Me as the heroine standing in the rain crying over my mean, unfaithful boyfriend, when he appears. My loyal and faithful friend, who’s always helped me out of every bad situation, including this one. He would sweep me in his arms, and ask me if I was alright. “Yes, now that you’re here.” I would reply in a dreamy voice, and in the heat of the moment he would bend his head down and kiss me. Uh, a boy like him would never look at me, let alone kiss me in the rain, but a girl can dream can’t she? I watched him as he ran up to the front of the house and sat on the stairs to the porch. He turned his head and caught me staring at him. It looked like he was about to say hi to me, but I - being the idiot that I am - ran into the house and up to my second story bedroom. So much for not being a scaredy cat anymore.

I looked out my bedroom window and saw him still sitting on the porch. After a few minutes another moving van came down our street. An older man that was probably his father - he looked just like him - got out of the van, and walked up to the boy. It looked like the man was scolding the boy. Probably because he was driving like a maniac down the street. After about 4 minutes of the man’s lecturing, the boy got up from the stairs, and walked alongside the man down to the moving vans. They started to unpack the vans when I decided to walk downstairs and get a snack. The house was deserted. “Where’d everybody go?” I thought as I walked into the empty kitchen. “Probably burying Harry’s body.” I was laughing at my stupid, morbid, joke when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find the boy of my dreams staring down at me.