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       "Jason?" my reality disappeared to what was now false to me. A class room with inferiors. there was a short blond girl trying to get my attention from the row in front of me, she looked so familiar, was she in my reality? I couldn't remember.

    "what do you want?" I spoke, rather dased. It was strange but she seemed surprised that she got my attention but she was actually surprised that in how long it took 

   "I've been calling your name for the past ten minutes of class, the teacher's been telling you to put your book away" she said and turned from me. I sat in the back row of a large class room and never really paid attention to anyone,even the teacher for since she put up the assignments weeks in advance, i just finished and had nothing more to do than read my book while drifting to reality where time ceases to exist. 

       The bell rang and I was forced to stand and walk out of the class room. I realized that the day was over and I began to leave the school until I heard my name being called "hey Jason!" I turned to see the same blond that was in my class walking toward me "I'm glad I caught you before you left, wanna come hang out with my group?" Her expression was far to happy when she said anything.

      "no thats okay, I must depart, see yeah" I turned and began walking to the door and began opening it "Katie" I heard from behind me. I looked at her and mumbled "what?"

      "My names Katie if you wanted to know"

      "okay, bye Katie" She smiled when I said her name and walked away. I turned and began walking when I heard from one of Katie's friends "Why do you like him, he's a goth freak." Why do I have to be in this dream world when reality is always there for me. I opened up some tea the I brought to school from home, It was my special brew. I put in a 1/16 of weed and two shrooms per cup. I began drinking it, to alter my dream into a darker form while I walked home. It is interesting when the trees whisper behind your back about you.

       Colors began to alter from one color to another and the people from my reality began to appear. A man with salt on his arm shackled in the middle of the street, a woman with pieces of her skin stripped off like paper, there everywhere.

        Walking home can be interesting at times but why do I decide to keep walking in this dream world? I just felt obligated, obligated to feel lonely in this world both real and dreams alike. I was in front of my house it was a one story and grey, though right now it was not that at all. When I walked in I heard my parents I guess you could call them, inside watching television with my younger sister. I wore black leather boots, black baggy pants, a black slightly tight shirt and a black leather jacket with dark red tinted glasses and dark brown hair that went past my shoulders. I was the darkest thing in this house, my mother was and still is a hippie who believes in inner spirituality, my dad is the person who played every sport at school when he was my age, and my sister is a superficial bitch who does nothing more than sit around with her friends and make fun of people like me.

         I never did fit in with the people in my life, then again I never tried. I walked in and began heading toward my room when my dad saw me "hey son how was your day?"

      I humored him "It was okay" I said looking beyond him.

      "you know I was talking to the coach of the football team and he said that he needs a running back for the team" my father said hoping for that one answer.

      "no" I said bluntly and walked away

     He jumped out of his chair and stopped me with his smile gone and turned to anger "and why not? all you do is sit in that fucking room with that diary you bring everywhere. Not once have you come into this house or left with anyone but yourself."

       I just began walking away. My father was a a very large man who worked hard enough for a living  but had an IQ lower than his show size. I walked into my room and sat on the floor in the corner farthest from the door. I opened my backpack and pulled out my composition book to attempt another entry.